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If there was a god
I would thank her for the toothy insides of ripe pomegranates for the easy thumbing of their soft peels,
thank her for seventy-three degree weather— for leaning oaks glass bottom boats and always acknowledging what is beneath us
for the neighbors who kept their tire swings long after their kids had grown up and moved out and the loyal lemonade stand customers for the man who ga…
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