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a tribute to Dorothy always away from the main, loitered the edge with an ever present ear. to small, her hands of grace. to big a heart to linger. i"ll miss our strolls that led down to that one way hall, but not the touch you left on me. you will be missed
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at first light what seems like a dream is just the memory of life flashing by to remind us that its time to go back to sleep and finish the dream
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the light that pales in darkness isn't worth the shadow it casts
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at first light what seems like a dream is just the memory of life flashing by to remind us that its time to go back to sleep and finish the dream
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the night wind that roams,sends warm thoughts across my breast.silent lights,bring a lingering shadow that takes my breath away, collecting souls that are littered and awaiting the coming dawn. July 2009
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