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Sep 2010
Rainy day rain
runs the roof-line
like a beaded curtain
pittering and pattering
in puddles beneath our window
while I wait.
You say you’re working late
but you lie; I know better,
I found his letter.
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v V v  M/New Mexico, USA
(M/New Mexico, USA)   
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     Jack Turner and v V v
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