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Two Still Tango-ing Around

She is a Flower ChildWho Loved My FlawsHeld me Together as a PieceStill Poles Apart in ThoughtsI Walked AloneShe Followed Me SilentlyWhen Blessings Came CallingShe Called Out, be Gracious.

Showers of Blessing

She is a Flower Child
Who Loved My Flaws
Held me Together as a Piece
Still Poles Apart in Thoughts
I Walked Alone
She Followed Me Silently
When Blessings Came Calling
She Called Out, be Gracious.

Responses to “Two Still Tango-ing Around”

  1. ashok

    You are blessed Antony πŸ’– And the flower girl looks like Leena πŸ€”

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    1. antonytrackfinder

      Yes, She is indeed that girl. πŸ˜…πŸ˜‚πŸ˜Ž

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      1. ashok

        Ain’t I intuitive πŸ˜‡

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      2. antonytrackfinder

        Telepathic coordinates were there, you decoded well.

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