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My Old Book…

  My old book of many yellowed pages dogeared, coffee stained pages missing title forgotten, Having written an inscription did she, those many years ago in her faded ink handwriting style

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Crossing Paths…

  Crossing paths with her was unmistakably a crossroad in my life, turning left, or turning right, no escaping, was there my course being determined by- -her wayward smile….

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Sweet dreams…

  Closing her eyes was not a slip into a restfull night…   It was a shortcut to his long wanted, welcoming embrace.   Morpheus’ arms? she giggled to herself, ‘So much for me’…   ‘I need no God to look over my sleep!   Just him….’