90 days
to the Getaway
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to new adventure
to new life
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to fresh sadness
and fresh joy
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90 days
seems a lifetime today
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But even lifetimes can pass
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Summertime in Suburbia
She sits on the front port stoop
A book in hand
Maybe a glass of lemonade, too
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The dazzling summertime sun glows above her head
Showering light over the well-coiffed lawns, Continue reading “Summertime in Suburbia”
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