A Poem for the Day After the Big Day : 5th of July
In my little black book you’re on the 5th of July. I cross you out in red in the window though you’re still noteworthy- not celebrated but observed for a moment. I reminisce you sans the glory and fanfare of a great procession, sans the sparks. You’re still able to capture my fancy but won’t…
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