January 20, 2011
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June floats,
Like a lily pad,
Through the pool.
Careless and forgetful.
Leaving behind streaks of sunburn,
And inside jokes.
Creates memories.
It loses track of days,
It loses track of hours.
Suddenly it’s over not knowing it begun.

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