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Mike

Mike was there in the
 shadows of the youth hut
music throbbing the air.
He was there by the
camp fire glow
watching me.

The ribbons of life
 curled around me
for seeing his face
and lean form
and the sky
glistened with stars.



◄ CHRISTMAS

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