All Inside This
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Peter S. Quinn
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There was a time
All inside this
In morning’s prime
The first of kiss
When light embraces
The hours on
And new dawn laces
To twilight's gone
There was a way
With passion's flame
In a new born day
Not done the same
When words were whole
Of inspirations thought
That had their goal
In what they ought
There is a word
That is worth knowing
That often occurred
When thoughts were flowing
It was of the kisses
New morning gives
One sometimes misses
When a loss relives
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