Pat Weddle Biography

I wanted to say
One last thought
At the way we look
When we see that gentle sun
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Under the red red moon
Teardrops give rise to ripple
Reflected apparition quivers
Gentle breath to wake
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Falling star wishes
Past dreams foretell
Dusty nursury rhymes
Of little boy blue
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Grenadine whisper
Awakening rosebud
Petals tossed only to rebound
Together we walk
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They stand in beauty like the days
Of sunshine and clear skies
All that is lovely of warmth and pleasure
Is seen even more in their smiles and eyes
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