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Feb 2012
In the smoke-filled trailer,
Curtains drawn against overcast skies,
His pierced lip trembles slightly,
as he serenades me with love songs
on a one-stringed ukulele.
I stare into his green eyes,
at the one orange fleck,
and pretend summer will never end.
Jenette DeBarge
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Jenette DeBarge
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