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flight of the butterfly, rising free

Too Cold

There was a chill in the air
That early September morning
Curtis increased his speed
Just a step

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This Ring

This ring on my finger
I can’t seem to take it off
So many wonderful days
Alive in the vows that we made and kept

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March

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