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62 Degrees in a Minnesotan April

62 degrees

and I'm not thinking of my memories


Now all I feel is a warm breeze

after a winter freeze

and the birds in the trees

The blue of the sky

too rich for my eyes

to focus on before little flecks of white dance in the brilliance


62 degrees

and I'm not stuck thinking of "maybe"s


Just listening to those on the highway

going close or far away

To places, I'll never know

hoping for moments that slow

and take time to remember themselves before life made them feel too old


62 degrees

We don't have to be stuck in responsibilities




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