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Friday, April 12, 2013
When I Smell Cedar
Fuzzy Saturday morning sun rays
Fall through
Grass clipping clouds;
Pee-wee's laugh leaps out the open window;
An ice cream truck jingle
orbits closer and closer;
My daddy's leather hands
grant me two glinting coins.
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