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Seashores In Faraway Places
Breezes blowing through her auburn hair
Reminded me of seashores in faraway places,
Those times we lounged in an afternoon lair
In the most God-forsaken primitive spaces,
The best times of our life together, I swear.
Written October 9, 2022
[dedicated to Deborah]
Submitted to "Bite Size No. 53" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
Copyright ©
L Milton Hankins
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