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Dec 2011
I think I’ve lost my footing,
I think I’m falling down,
I think I’m gonna topple
face first on the ground.

You’re trying to trip me,
to push me on the floor.
Is this all we have in store for us?
Or is there something more?
Copyright © Claire Shelton 2011
a kind of nostalgia
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a kind of nostalgia
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