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I'm working my way back to you Babe with a paddle on my side. I can sing! Harper's Ferry, WV Victor
Loving memories
of twilight's,
of silent songs,
revelling silken sprites;
holding hands,
touching,
belonging.
But, in time
emotions traveled inward;
turning worlds around.
Words repeated;
controls
lost;
love disappointed
as we both
welcome
the lies.
By Victor