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singing some tune from the
seventies and sixties
studying writing and reading books
smiling my mother's smile,
scribbling poems and novels
securely married to my love.
"Ess you ess aye..." chants my tiny daughter
spelling my name in earnest imitation when
she was little.
(Posted for Thursday Think Tank, "The Third Letter of Your First Name", 8/18/11)