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Drove to London in a downpour. My daughter's family lives there. I had a picnic in the bathroom, With Aine pouring tea. She held out a sponge plate, Offering watermelon soap, And facecloth chicken salad sandwiches. Though long lost, I dialed in her perspective; Her bubbles never burst. I'll recall that wet picnic, On sunny summer days, As a favored meal.
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Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 9:55 AM UTC
The Picnic
Drove to London in a downpour. My daughter's family lives there. I had a picnic in the bathroom, With Aine pouring tea. She held out a sponge plate, Offering watermelon soap, And facecloth chicken salad sandwiches. Though long lost, I dialed in her perspective; Her bubbles never burst. I'll recall that wet picnic, On sunny summer days, As a favored meal.
Aine: Pronounced Onya
francie-lynch
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Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 9:55 AM UTC
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