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1:30 P.M. after hiking six miles of uncivilized beach
9:00 a.m. Nursing home Journies.
All the dinosaurs came and got Barney
And so we bond.
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April May Dance Until June
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Unfinished dreams
In the lines of our faces
are etched the sketches of life
that never quite fleshed out the page,
and the washed out colors of a canvas unfinished
in the back room of our heart haunts us,
better to share long strokes of wet
and master the pieces that fate hands us,
then always remain bound by the seals
that preserve true loveliness unveiled between two
I miss what I had,
but I've had what I've missed,
though I've had to miss what I had,
since she went away
and painted my day,
in a very bleak way.
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