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Jan 2019
I sit up in the morning
Mourning
I still heed that early warning
I want to wait for this
Sunbeam to start pouring
Into window refraction bliss
Hoping for a sun-kiss
Maybe shoot some hoops, a miss
I miss the elementary days
when we'd all go out and play
basketball before going on our way
Ian Robinson
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Ian Robinson  20/M
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