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seventh.

by Melanie J Yarbrough

when I left this morning,
I checked my watch at the door
rode so far away
the rearview mirrors were strangers
and the sun came out this evening.

07/07/2005

Posted on 07/08/2005
Copyright © 2024 Melanie J Yarbrough

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Ava Blu on 07/09/05 at 09:37 PM

the idea of rearview mirros being strangers is quite intriguing.

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