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Sep 2018
Connecticut
Hearing their laughter
As I hop down the steps
Tomato toast
Powdered sugar
Keeping cards to my breast
Freshly mowed grass
And baby blue eyes
If I could
Iā€™d stop clocks
on these moments
for life
June 25, 2018
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   Allison
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