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Mar 2016
The smell of the grass reminds me of home
The old "hello's" ring through

The bark of the tree reminds me of ice cream cones
Cold vanilla made my fingers move

The texture of this rope reminds me of old
The smell of the air reminds me of hope
Eugene Melnyk
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Eugene Melnyk  Northeast-ish
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