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Nights in White Satin * It’s not just the music, the minor key plaintive sound or the voice, the anguished cry of loneliness and longing,...
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oh, this wind! it sweeps me past my gate then spins me home spring clean-up- in the sweat of hard work a settling peace solid gray sky- fors...
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snow paints such patterns
as flakefull words fly to join
with nature's image
Grand, Adelaide_m, I try
Thank you , Doug. I'm so glad to hear from you again. How are you?
Adelaide
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