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By Jack Bowman Sunbeams through the western windows through leaves of Eucalyptus an orange hue of yellow light along the wall catching a lamp a cherry wood table leg a memory of you The voice that told humorous stories laughed almost in silence a great delivery, afternoons wrestling on the carpet your underwear in my teeth the sun shines now as then but youthful days are passed us the stars shift position and we are in different windows waiting for the sun. |
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