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The Bard
Once
they song songs
of things now long gone
girls danced with ribbons in their
hair
I
remember
the bard under
the tree with his platinum hair
I
think
her may have
winked at me while we
shared within our secrets
A
grin
for what they
never could come to know
something special we would share
while
all
the other
girl would blush for his
voice of a thousand ages
past.
6:55 PM - 3/24/2007 -
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