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Our Mark In History
To sit here and quietly reminisce,
is to kindly blow our history a kiss...
A kiss is fondness sent to embrace,
a darling child or yet my lovers face...
My lovers face is mine to gaze upon,
and feel the warmth I've known so long...
I've known so long about this wicked world,
where we wish to see the peace flag unfurled...
The peace flag unfurled would make so much s...
Tuesday 4th June 2013 6:38 pm
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