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Feb 2014
There's this thing about
      How sheets fold together
after they've been spread apart.
Hey, did I ever tell you that
it rained the first Sunday you were
  gone?
Or did your phone catch the wind and
fly from your hand never
to return.
Just like you.
Tie Nicks
Written by
Tie Nicks  Colorado
(Colorado)   
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