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let's forget about this.
by Andrew S Adamsthe wind chime rings
as a rusty nail snags a sweaterthread
stopping forward motion into
the house for but a moment;
the bits of wool still cling there
to this day-
a memory made. 12/15/2005 Posted on 12/15/2005
Copyright © 2025 Andrew S Adams
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| Posted by Deborah Breuer on 01/09/07 at 12:11 AM And that's how most memories are made...without knowing why...but they're good ones aren't they? The inexplicaple memories...hold on to them love, hold on...
Debbie |
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