Song of Myself

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I am a freckle
A slight imperfection on a blank canvas
Born outdoors
I am the product of the sun
You can connect be, and I become like a map
I pinpoint summer memories
Reminiscing on stories of days spent
As years go by a multiply
Only adding to my wisdom and joy
And I may be a slight imperfection on a blank canvas
But I am never to be erased





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