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​Hey, is this a poem? she said
quite surprised that it might be.
She edged closer to the keys on her
lap top, the old friend that never
needed to ask, but simply dived right in,
just like the old days.
 
We won’t remember them she thought,
after all, they’d come and gone so fast,
in the days she’d been just, you know,
working, trying  to keep up  with
the endless looking after…you know, 
like her new home, the one that
looks up toward the mountains

–Djohariah Toor