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Feb 2015
I was the deep golden
yellow hue of the sun
and you were the cerulean
picture-perfect ocean.
When we crossed paths and
created an avocado green,
you decided that it made you ill
to see grass that didn’t belong to you.
Amanda
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Amanda  30/MA
(30/MA)   
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     Miracle Beyond Me, --- and DAVID
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