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Reflections (Dedicated to Joy Weare a poem within herself)Within my soul they rise and then like shooting stars they are bright then gone. Reflections of my hearts desire for you making me smile and laugh with joy. Whenever I cry I think of them and the tears dry up and a smile comes about. Reflections of my love for you... Robert Hayden Pursell 07 August 2004 Vote for this poem
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