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Ever

By doughunt

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ever, over the day breaks, a simple prelude to her wakingever, wanting to exclaim, the gentle wonder of her makingever, dancing to the morn, gracious 'ceptance of the takingever, waiting for the eve, calm assuages at her quaking Written March 21st, 2001 © on Aug 28 2001 03:39 AM PST   0 • 10

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"ever, over the day breaks, a simple prelude to her wakingever, wanting to exclaim, the gentle wonder of her makingever, dancing to the morn, gracious 'ceptance of the takingever, waiting for the eve, calm assuages at her quaking..."

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