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Sunday 11 October 2020

HART


My Hart is pure she heard him say,
In a mystical time when the land was lit by a lunar light,
As stars guided the way,
The air was chilled as she did not say a word,
Turned and walked away,
Life is about choice so they say,
There the hart stayed....

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