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Sunday, March 4, 2012
Ten Second Memory
Today a chapter played though my head
During the ten seconds our eyes met.
The story moved from tense to intense
But conversation stayed at nonsense.
Why is it that people can’t scream outloud
The feelings they hold so proud.
Yes, we’ll go one working the same
But smile when we hear each other’s name.
So today you’ve made a memory
With eyes like polished emery
It leaves me only to ponder
If my brown eyes made you wonder
By Dave Schipper © 2007 Rose Riversongs
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