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Oct 2016
We six souls
sip warm beer
from backpacks carried
across rivers and rocks
to the secret spot
we found as kids,
a lipstick-stained joint
gets passed back and forth
and Gabby's old blanket
hides shivering toes,
our secret hope
that tomorrow never shows.
Christina Calvano
Written by
Christina Calvano  Center Valley
(Center Valley)   
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