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Saturday, July 17, 2010
With my eyes closed, I was present to...(poem)
Tender-dew-moist grass under my slippers,
Soft-sweet chirping ringing inside my ears,
Caressing breeze through my hair on neck,
Warm Sun rays falling upon my left cheek.
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