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Apr 2015
I don’t have any special words today,
Got nothing clever to say.

I wonder if your sun sets the same
Mine tends to hang, like an awful goodbye.

Lost touch with conversation,
Cut ties with communication.

Most the letters were lost,
or arrived to far too late.

I wonder if your sun sets the same,
Mine tends to hang, like an awful goodbye.

I wonder if you know,
I wonder if it matters.

what I don’t know,
or can’t say.
David T Carratola
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