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heaven
her laugh carreened down the well
and bounced along the waters
where cold and pure waited for me
when her spoon hit the sides of the
unmarred 16-ounce glass,
stencilled with blue and green stripes
the sound was music
it's drinking the iced tea
in the sunlight of late afternoon
at the beginnings of summer
when I am a boy again
that I miss her most of all.
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