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Jan 2011
You have a flying machine.
I have the afternoon off.
Let's meet where we used to,

huddled under mossy eaves,
fumbling with rented keys;

you can call me Gypsy RoseΒ 
and I can call you Captain.
Marsha Singh
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   Neha Singh
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