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Feb 2018
We slept on rocks, chased pink flowers
and brushed our teeth with ***** fingers
while hitchhiking back in time
on a pile of your stuffed animals:

the next time we find each other
let’s be children again, eating
strawberries and chocolate kisses — 
not these half-slurred hateful words.
Tom Conley
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   Jerry Howarth and Emily Jane
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