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Sunday, 1 November 2020

 When the wind blows,

I will be gone,
A memory is all that will be left,
A yellow flower that changes to a ball of white,
A kids game making a wish,
Chasing seeds in the wind,
As they fly away,
Leaving an empty stem,
Memories of yesterday

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