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That Day In June
I sat today midst the happy smiles
of a children’s song, and for just a while
I was happy too, for what else should come
from a happy day and a happy song.
But, it came again just like every June,
when I feel the pain of an open wound
that on every other day I keep
hidden far from view, buried oh so deep.
But I guess that’s why they made the day,
so that folks ...
Sunday 25th February 2024 8:01 pm
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