Dillon Cranston Poems

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1.
Skipping A Stone

My youth went like the flame at the tip of a match.
Snowed hills caved in, the beach sands blew away,
Leaving behind the pleasant smell of sulfur,
And the feeling that there should have been more.
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2.
November

I did not know
that the street was so brown
until I saw it today
nor could I tell
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