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Wednesday, April 10, 2019
I Love You Too, Dear
My goodness, who would have
Guessed her words meant
And still mean much
The same as mine,
And yet,there’s still that much
More between us to divine,
Dowsers each, bent on plumbing
The other's unfathomable line.
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