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Saturday, February 19, 2005

a poem

a rude awakening
sighting you,dear friend
on the front lawn
i wave excitedly,
only to forget,
I'm not welcome anymore.
i have cried
one thousand tears
discreetly mourned
as you wailed
cherished presence
we'll always miss.
Little girl born
and flew away with our hearts.

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