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Sep 2020
They're the stuff
we shoot for
the lights that twinkle
like dare I say

no, I won't, but I will say
dreams come and dreams go

even the ones made of cheap
slick shiny gold material
that taste bad
when you lick them

Whit Howland © 2020
Whit Howland
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