As requested by my Memoir teacher...
dry heat surrounds me
much like in Arizona
rain beats hard outside
from a shave of hair
it's amazing, he becomes
a new sexy beau
words come together
at their own leisurely pace
why can't I crochet?
a quiet heart beats
tiny, just below surface
stay strong you young one
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