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Dec 2015
They bloom like flowers in the sun,
Holding hands and shaking fists at the world.
They travel together,
Side by side.
Seeing all they can see,
Before they die.
Yes, every day is not a sunny one,
Nor should it ever be so.
Because if every day was sunny,
They wouldn't be so close.
Seth Milliman
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Seth Milliman  South Bend, IN.
(South Bend, IN.)   
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