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March 29, 2012
I heard you call my name today.
Your quiet voice whispered through the
Rustling boughs of the wind torn oak tree.
How did I know it was you?
Oh, that was easy.
For after the calling, the voice continued
‘Wake up, you silly little chump’
And in that instance
I knew you’d kept your promise
To come back and visit.
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