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03-21-2009, 03:51 PM
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Senior Member
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Join Date: Nov 1999
Location: S
Posts: 4,883
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Grace comes to me
in the afternoon
on a warm breeze,
caressing me -
leaving me...
but not before filling my room
with the hint of spring blossoms
about to bloom;
with the hint of tall grasses
turning soon... to green.
Chi 2009
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