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Mar 2014
Only when the rain is as
Sharp as a torrent of Central Park ice
(Y'know, where the ducks are!)
Would I blink,

Not willing for anything
In the world
To miss the joyous songs of a
Still sunny carouselβ€”
Chorus of 10 year old laughter, falling

Much like light spring rains
(Though none befalls me here)
Trickling down my face

Like a second baptism.
He never hunted with the red hunting cap. Revisiting old stories.
Jedd Ong
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Jedd Ong
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