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Dec 2012
I say it is chartreuse,
You say it's yellow.
I say you look wonderful
in red,
You say you look fat.
I say you haven't aged,
You show me your wrinkles.
I say you love too much,
You say "But I love you."
I say nothing because
I'm smiling.
Thomas R Parsons
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Thomas R Parsons  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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