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| November 2, 2014 |
on
this first day of snow
i'm
off for a walk in the woods
and
a trek through the fields
alone
but the dog and
my
thoughts of the man of my dreams.
we
haven’t yet met but i know he is real.
will
he have hair fiery red or will he be bald
icy
blue eyes, hazel, or brown
will
he be a musician, a poet, or scholar.
whatever
he is i love him with all of my heart.
we
haven’t yet met but i know that we will
perhaps
three months from today.
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