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Mar 2019
she came
to the brown house
with the gables

For 14 years
she rang

The first time
he told her to come
to the house
with the long driveway
and basket-ball pole

set up like a deacon
that aids in direction
for lost, lonely persons
on their journey

And so, it began
as beginnings do
with everything bright

Red and shiny as
A Radio Flyer
with large wheels
for rolling
A handle for pulling
And a seat made for two
Oh! the joys of youth!
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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   MJL
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