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CINQUAIN - a PoemSummer hot, stuffy boiling, shining, hiding sand between my toes childhood Sea deep, transparent rolling, waving, whispering the nest of life history My teacher patient, kind smiling, offering, leading safe hands soft voice DAYS LAST, FIRST PASSING, RUNNING, FLYING CAN'T GET BACK FUTURE
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