old things from the old town including old flings and a drive by
to view (too few) every one in place
this place replete with tired lullabies
old diaries with snow about them temperate reasons for
old moments turned to little histories
now our little histories she speaks fluently
the moments one after the next I listen
and the eggs I'm having taste as tender as mild winter
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