Days of hanging wrung sheets on the line
Are no longer a common, pleasurable scene
Fresh breezes that caused drying sails to wave…
No longer caress and leave them smelling clean
True friends are genuine while sharing a smile...
Unmistakable sincerity lasts throughout a lifetime
Staying near with clinging thoughts… holding tight
Side by side like those fresh sheets on the clothesline
3/20/2011
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