I feel it on my skin,
the hairs on my arm moving
with every gentle breeze.
my hair moving side to side
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nice going poet. by far a good piece.. skills are brewing...
...it is the chill of the country thrill you hear at night..the call, it get you kinds of shinny in your shaking baking pan of cookie dough...iip
Keep 'em coming Tracey! !