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A PERFECT MOMENT IN TIME
The day was so
perfect
a breeze gently
blowing,
tossing my hair.

Skies a soft
blue
not a cloud in
sight.

Approaching
the meadows
an old swing
came into view,
still hanging
just like new.

I recall small
children
picking clovers
making love-me,
love-me-not
chains

Catching fire-
flies
in the evening,
using their
lighters
for diamond
rings.

How they did
sparkle
with childhood
dreams.

Oh.! to return
to that perfect
moment in time
would be so
divine.
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