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January 29, 2007
5 haiku 113
Seems like forever,
sometimes you forget that once
your earlobes did not.
There was always beer.
Once Dad let you take a sip,
a memory made.
When the air smells thus,
the snow angels digging in,
smashing icicles.
If you had had time
or the inclination and
a nice diary.
The yellow, thick rope,
and you remember it, but
not where it was kept.
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