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Golden Hair

Whispering reeds sway in the breeze As water flow to meet the boat On top of which lies golden hair Exiled for which of unknown deeds Gently rocking away she floats As yellow flecks light up the air VunC, Senses For A Sestet Date: 09/11/2013

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Date: 11/10/2013 6:42:00 AM
- A very nice poem. - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
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