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Sep 2022
Cloudy now
and the skies
are gray

wet we are
about
to get wet

it was hot today
and blue
but not my kind

of blue spent
the whole summer
alone

on this porch swing
without you and where
you went

I'll never know
I wish I had a map
so I'd know where to go
Some melancholy whimsy.
Whit Howland
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Whit Howland
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     Eloisa and Carlo C Gomez
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