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When I reminisce, it feels like a kiss, the crackle, and warmth of the fire,I feel at one with the basics, all that my heart could desire,And as the night creeps, the warmth inside seeps, and all is quiet,Except for my voice as I rejoice in the feeling of stealing the night.
David Rudder
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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Lovely, David. I'm there w/ you.
J…Jen…Jeni…Jenine... Proper names are poetry in the raw. (W.H. Auden) Poet, singer, seeker, hippie grandmother gleefully revealing herself
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