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I dream of poetry with crystal clear images, rhythm even and easy to read. Oh, this isn't a dream!
I could see everything: golden mornings, grass studded with diamond dew shining in the sun, stretches of flowers and lawn, smell the country air as I rode horseback and see the dusk as it covered the sun, the stars bright in the sky! Could feel the passion as your dream came true!
Poetry is meant to tell a story with minimal words, I think, you did a great job on this Terryanne (love that name!)
Gail
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