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On those rare cold days
When sandals just won't do
I pull out the sneakers
now half covered in blue
and it carries me back
to that one regular day
First flight of freedom
old tunes I hear play
Set out with some pails
of white and light blue
A ladder leaning up
We've much to do
And yet it's not all work
as I fondly recall
the brush "missed" the house
and on my hair, paint falls
Later we stand laughing
at ourselves in the mirror
the flash of a camera
on my shoulder, a shimmer
We said it was a little fairy
joining in on our fun
blue still in my hair days later
my favorite day under the sun
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Calling from deep in the heart, from where the eyes can't see and the ears can't hear, from where the mountain trails end and only love can go... ~~~ Three Rivers Hare Krishna
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