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Oct 2012
Dear, you see I sift
through my iron ***
of rainy-day pennies and
furled up victory flags
I feel the weight of each
piece and the cold of their
touch on my palms and I
try to pick one I want-
it is all fool's gold.
All it will buy is time.
Turn on the garden hose
and call for sun-
It's time to make
rainbows.
mûre
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