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An Ode to Double G
The string of memories burns my hand,
My 12-year-old self can barely understand.
The balloon is purple, her favorite color,
She is my great-grandmother.
The air in the balloon is filled with every memory I remember,
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A Boyish Retrograde
two boys sit on the slanted rooftop of
a suburban house on the Amish hillside,
ignoring the jargoning mosquitos
buzzing around their heads and spectating the -
Modern Gold
The river's waters flow
And the tide comes and goes,
Small and big amounts of earth’s liquid gold,
Laughter and smiles and stories untold,
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This Year's Golden Rule
We're gonna stop waiting for things to happen to us
we're going to make things happen.
We won't be compliant and go with the flow
if we feel there is something that we want to do
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