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Special Days
| by Jennifer Annetts |
Those special days are the best,
yet the worst of time.
Laughter cuts like a knife to open that box of pain. Close your eyes, you've memories like mine. Not washed away by tears or rain. Such times bring them bursting to the surface Emotions usually kept locked in place. They explode like champagne corks, Hit you without warning, full in the face. © Jennifer Annetts, 2014 |
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