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Dimes
And Cherries Once years ago when A phone call cost a dime I think she thought of leaving, In Burnaby it was, But she never did, I imagine there were times Before and even after And it’s strange, Never into blues Or jazz but she stayed, Oh yes there was A makeover, Cut her beautiful blonde Hair back to its Eveready days, Brought to life the saying That growth is more Painful than decay, I remember we picked Cherries from the big tree That summer, I held the ladder and she Almost disappeared into the green, And I realized more than ever How much I loved her. Stephen Nesbitt ©
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