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Apr 2014
Are you wandering through the grass?
Climbing trees and down through brooks.
Your legs so short they were
Swallowed by the creek.
I wouldn't be surprised if you
Floated out to sea.
I don't suppose you remember,
The times we gave and received.
I don't suppose you remember,
The times we fought and teased.
I never liked the black pants
Or the black tie.
And my dress pants never seem to
Fit just right.
Looking at stained glass windows,
The colors represent different people I know.
I don't suppose you remember,
The times we gave and received.
I don't suppose you remember,
The times we fought and teased.
More like a song.
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   Mary and Curtis
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