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I dedicate this poem to my Brother who past way:

I hear his voice in the wind in the movement of water in the rustles of the leaves no matter what I dream he is always there he hides beneath the surface watching, waiting. The world of my dreams always grow colder. The dream sun sets and when the sun comes out I must RUN. :):):)

Well I really like football I'm 16 I live in Australia and if you need to talk about anything my email is: trowl32@eq.edu.au

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