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I want to carry youand for you to carry methe way voices are said to carry over water.Just this morning on the shore,I could hear two people talking quietlyin a rowboat on the far side of the lake.They were talking about fishing,then one changed the subject,and, I swear, they began talking about you.Billy Collins
The other day we slept on the beach. And woke up to this.
Shenanigans, sleep deprivation, and stupidbabies,
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