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Summer's Gentle Breeze
Scents of wild flowers
Linger through the air,
While the summer's gentle breeze
Flows through my hair.
Though the time is ephemeral
I enjoy every minute,
In the summer's gentle breeze
Under night skies of velvet.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Aug.21/2005
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