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Feb 5
It is as morning dew, to a sprightly spring flower
It is as crashing waves, on a summers shore
It is as wet mud, wallowing in autumnal brooks
It is as crisp snow, caught on the clough
It is as the night, to a sky full of stars
It is as love, to my beating heart
Emma Sims
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Emma Sims  Nottingham
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