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

The sky
a soft
blue, not
a cloud
in sight.

As I
approached
the
meadows
an old
swing
came into
view.

Still
hanging
there
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.

Oh, how
they did
sparkle
with
childhood
dreams.

To return
once more
to that
perfect
moment
in time
would be
so divine.

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