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Friday, July 21, 2006

Old Moon

How many long ago's?
On a grassy knoll of emerald green
we held each other 'neath an Old Wolf's moon
We spoke of never ending
we lost ourselves beneath the stars
we promised what we could not promise
we wept we loved we said our last goodbyes.
Posted by Tony Fiona at 2:07 PM

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