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Under Your Cape, Teacher A Teachers’ Day tribute to those who shape our thoughts, nurture our voices, and gently guide us toward discovering...

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Time of bloom

Come, grow old with me,
we may reminisce as one,
these times of our bloom.

Linking with RonovanWrites #weekly #haiku #poetry prompt #challenge #105 - time&grow
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