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Memorial Day
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Learning from the Past I remember the holiday
when I lied
on a crowded beach.
With the sand
between my toes,
the sun kissed me.
Ocean blended with sky;
the waves crashed
into the clouds…
A foamy concoction
like the frozen cocktail
in my palm.
A carefree afternoon:
worries breezed
through the trees.
It was the prelude
to the summer
I would never forget.
