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May 2012
With each of your naked musings
on Our Generation
Or words spoken too frankly
of Our Unfortunate Timing
Just for a moment I hear ‘Our’
and think of the home, the kids, and the debt
that I'll one day call ‘Ours’ with a strong, loving man
And you, with a smart, gentle thing.
Cee
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