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Jo Ann Comma Waif

In April
she came home from the city
brightly clad in flower power
bubbling with tales of life larger
than any movie screen could hold

Shared music from Velvet Underground
showed us teeny packets with exotic names
taught us to fly without wings

Yes we treasured her we did
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Sunday, March 10, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: death of a friend
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