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Poem 1: A Beginning

I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Poem 274: Memories in Cloth

Quilt squares decorate the floor
with time and warmth entwined 
they tell through t-shirts that I wore
of life I once explored
The words, and patterns pictured here
sing gentle songs to me
of past gone by and childhood days
this quilt of memories

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