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omorrow's Memories

as we pass by and create yestertime
we can choose to wink at treasured moments
at the gift of being open and receptive
to the dipities of chance encounters
and create futures skipping with novelty
that play away forever for a day
as we wave from rove and distant den
till drowse beckons and 'tis time for bed
and twinkling blinks sink into blue depths
as dusk's shade turns bright butterflies to moths
till dawn's expectant light subtly doffs
as we pass bye and create yestertime

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