Sifting through the many supplies in my drawer at work, I came across these musings from a meeting I sat through in the fall...
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stare as I might
into the bright light
I don't see you...
Undone
Plucking the pebbles
Off the Sandy Shore
I remember us then,
wish we were there, once more!
Unless
Sitting on the dock of the bay
I don't care what they say.
I love you, come what may!
Just love me back, okay?
Un-real
Strike a pose
Fingers around a rose
You moved close
I stood on tip toes
We were nose to nose
My breath froze
The world slowed
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