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Jan 2012
Bob Dylan's guitar strums lingering
shuffling through my bookcase
I discover old photographs,
I feel aren't quite that old

but they are, very much so
I cry,
my heart pleas
it must not have been this long,
but it has

and time will go,
the close never suspends,
I cry more,
until I realize
it is all in my mind,
time.
Danielle C
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Danielle C  NJ
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