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Jun 2016
I cried me a river of blue
in nights of blue winter
and found me a friend
who exclaimed
how cool- how you are
so very blue

strangely amused,
I then proudly forged
my blue stride
as I watched my friend
get wholly warmed, by

my turning a shade
bluer than blue, this time


*Blued
Skipping Stones
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Skipping Stones
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