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May 31
Distant bells
jingle

getting louder
as he comes

down the street
a bright white truck

rolling toward us
and if we hurry

we can scavenge through
kitchen drawers

and scrounge up
just enough change

for an ice cream
treat

we can make it work

we always do
Whit Howland
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Whit Howland
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