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Throwbacks are
Often
Unexpected
They come
Out of thin
Air
Out of
Someone
Elses
Thoughts
A word
A flick of the wrist
Brings me
Back
Summers on the grass
Sunsets
Glasses of
Iced tea
Steeped in sunshine
And the midnights
Firelight and
Sleepy hearts
Oh
How it was to be
Small
And naive