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11,000 Days

Of my eleven thousand days or so
I think most about the autumns
about finding leaves for biology class
seeing the thighs I mean girls in shorts
pretending they needed help
to find this or that variety

No wait, I meant thinking most
about summers at the church camp
the singing the bonfire and later

the squish of the moss under you
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Saturday, February 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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('Little ditty about Jack & Diane')
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