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Home | Jeanette Doyle:Skip to main content. Keys that jingle in your pocket, Words that jangle in your head, Why did summer go so quickly? Was it something that I said? Lovers walk along a shore, And leave their footprints in the sand, Was the sound of distant drumming, Just the fingers of your hand? Pictures hanging in a hallway, Or the fragment of a song, Half-remembered names and faces, But to whom do they belong?
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