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It is Spring We took a walk today We wandered aimlessly along the narrow street peering into dusty shoppes filled with 'whatever was this used for items' In an ancient bookstore you found a first edition forgotten on a cobwebbed shelf fondled with pride and sold as a labor of love by a forgetful and ancient man As we walked...to hasten summer we ate ice cream in cones. |
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| � Maggie Higgins |  |
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