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Cinquains by Darrell Byrd
soft candlelight Mozart and sweet red wine moist lips touch my ear whispering yes now
from distant shores through fair and stormy years meet and we stroll down sunny glen at last
over the door cigar butts on the floor some key lime pie before I die papa
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