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Treasures
In digging through the detritus
of my former world
To make the move of my life
There have been sparkles amid the mud and must
A giant fathers day card with tiny handprints
Slim volumes of scribbled teenage angst
Reminders of milestones
Those sand castings of heated moments
Like panning for gold
Where you sift through tons of mud and rock
To find a thumbnail size chunk
The piles of old clothes, rusty tools,
Ragged comforters, broken toys,
Are almost overwhelming
With every shovel full of broken bikes,
Piles of worn paperbacks and fanzines
The true treasure in my life
Speaks to me every night
Her sweet voice fills my soul
No matter how worn and ragged
My day has been
Warmth and beauty glows through
Of all the things I value
She is the finest of them all.
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