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Why does rain smell? How come leaves make that Crunching sound when walked Upon in autumn? That Great October Sound. We love seconds and minutes. Hours and days are for the Weak, Weeks and years for the Hopeless romantics. Nothing hopeless About our romance. We just shut up and take it in. Love? Photo album in words? Yes. We know it. It's like laughing when her Dog Shelby Kisses me, and I kiss her back, Wet snout and all, And she carries that kiss to her Owner;   So beautiful by the mirror, Asking me: *Should I wear the black or the Purple dress?* and I lean back And enjoy her trying them On. We are the Moment People. We snapshot microseconds And capture them Like this. This is why we're poets. We help them remember. We write for the ones we love.
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Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 3:33 PM UTC
Why we're Poets (Moment People)
Why does rain smell? How come leaves make that Crunching sound when walked Upon in autumn? That Great October Sound. We love seconds and minutes. Hours and days are for the Weak, Weeks and years for the Hopeless romantics. Nothing hopeless About our romance. We just shut up and take it in. Love? Photo album in words? Yes. We know it. It's like laughing when her Dog Shelby Kisses me, and I kiss her back, Wet snout and all, And she carries that kiss to her Owner;   So beautiful by the mirror, Asking me: *Should I wear the black or the Purple dress?* and I lean back And enjoy her trying them On. We are the Moment People. We snapshot microseconds And capture them Like this. This is why we're poets. We help them remember. We write for the ones we love.
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Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 3:33 PM UTC
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