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| Blowing Rock, NC |
Chased by the sunset, chased by the moon
Chased by the morning coming too soon
Chased by my thoughts as I open my eyes
Pushing back covers confronting the whys
Feeling my blessings as arms hold me tight
Loving the warmth that has sheltered the night
Sometimes the memories confound morning's peace
Leave my mind hoping their circling will cease
Why, I now ask, have they have lasted this long
But the touch and the breathing can right an old wrong
If I let it, I help it, I sing our true song
by Nina Naomi
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