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May 2014
I wish I had someone to make crepes for
Who'll eat them when they're cold
And borrow the hands that make them
learning what they're never told
To care for when they fail
And laugh at when they're old
Across the sky we'll sail
Hear time tick
as the world grows ever sold
Infinity in a flat cake
Amy Weller
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Amy Weller
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