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| I was going to write a lovely poem Full of wind-tossed hair, along with The sounds of a little boy dribbling A basketball as he walked by. Perhaps even a line or two about Light raindrops falling even as the sun shone. So I went inside to get pen and paper. But I took too long And this is all that�s left Of the lovely poem I wanted to write. |
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