March 12, 2011
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The once musical street
Now bare.
Tire swings hang by threads
Between two worlds.

I knew everything here once.
I knew everything here once.

Handprints like finger paint pictures
Progress up the wall,
Losing the race with water marks.
I smell vanilla bean. The want to smell vanilla bean.

Unfortunately for my mother,
The mildew beat Mr. Clean.
I remember,
Everything was here once.

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