Playing around with the seasons and such.

summers shook our shoulders

when they woke us up

from winters’ wrath

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epoxy for our shattered minds

puts back together

what we’d dropped

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to shatter train

lose track of thought

we must remember what we’ve lost

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  • Darla Beck on Apr 1, 2009

    I really like this poem.

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