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I Know Her Smile Could Make Me Weep
I was drifting through
A late August summer day
With a persistent breeze pushing time away
With forceful hands,
The end of a hopeful season.
I was riding in the sunlight
In a beat up car
Playing ancient rock and roll
From the beach boys.
I'd like to discover love again
Buried away in an acorn-like memory
Saved for difficult and emotionally barren times.
poem
by
Uriah Hamilton
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