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Sep 2010
it is not so much that i forgive
those cotton candy memories
of sun,
ice cream
national primary elections
we'd never vote upon.
these are the sharpie drawings
in my mind
Mr.Clean himself cannot expunge
those storm clouds,
they might as well be just that
swept away by the wind
the weather is never a constant
so should i worry
over the summer storms
Copyright: Amanda Mary Rose
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Amanda Mary Rose
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