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Finely Tuned
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| If I am breathless in your January, give me from the orchestra of your heart the cool music that brings slow mood shifts in a southern style; then, if I shiver, let me trace backwards, the moments from your illusive outline in silver light that beckons one to come starry eyed into naked night’s flight only to soar in and out landing in fields of endless ecstasy. |
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Written By:Sarah Picklesimer
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E-mail:pickle@ctc.net
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Submitted: March 24, 2000
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