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Sep 2010
She wanted to tell you a dream
but you wouldn’t let her.
“We can marry when you’re 80.
Then there’ll be nothing to lose.”
Geese do not marry, though
and she wondered if the moon over
the Nile would really be the same
moon as here, tonight.
8 hours, after all, is not 80 years.
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antipode
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