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Poem a Day Practice
Saturday, November 20, 2010
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I want to bring you where I grew up.
The door I ran out of every morning,
the field who's every season I knew,
so I don't ever have to remember a time
without remembering you.
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Ilana Lipowicz
I write a poem every day, hence the title. Sometimes I like them.
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