Joel Thomas
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In this hour as we speak, Moon lits the night while the clouds sneak. Tides are high so are our dreams, Roads so calm no sign of screams. The wind is slow a sign of relief, Little angels slipped into dreams with a smile of belief . The play of nature has…
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