poem no. 23

One day… 78

Confetti… 

come to realize! 

The smile, the main street you and I, 

There was the celebration, 

Fallen lee-vs, 

Mute echo, 

It’s now or never… 

…now I hear 

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from you, 

It is well, 

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Dance, wind, or water… 

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Sweet!

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But I record… 

The valley once I found… 

Only a frame and his intimates… 

Cost, monument fitted center… 

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One day… 

In 78