May 2, 2008
Letters from beloved

Are colored green and blue

With sweet, intoxicating scents

Of lime and morning dew

It matters not what the letters read

As long as it's not goodbye

Just the way the letters write

I'll read them till I die

How I miss beloved,I wish to

see them soon
And to have a new letter for me

Be found
But it'll be a while till I can

see them
For they're already underground

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