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Feb 2016
Let me once more wake in my
Grandparent's dusty home.
Baths in the sink, belly out,
cereal on the table.
Petting the big brown dog;
putting my fingers in his mouth
to feel the warmth of his tongue.
******* on lemons;
picking out their seeds
with my small hands.
No thoughts of loss,
no thoughts of war.
Jeanette
Written by
Jeanette  C a l i f o r n i a
(C a l i f o r n i a)   
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