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Monday, October 5, 2009

Quiet Fellow

He was a quiet fellow,
Nice and Pleasant
Very mellow.

He strolled along.
She thought she knew him
But she was wrong.

His laugh pure innocence,
His humility sweet,
This man a rare find to meet.

In his child-like ways
She found a man
With whom to spend most of her days.

-Liliya Mazur

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