Do you remember?
The first drawing on the yellowed paper
You drew the wavy water
I plonked the boat, steady, safer
You added the oar
I showed you the shore
Now,
I want us to float
Let us sail in that boat
The oar to tide over the moat
To a place in the sun so remote
Our lives-rewrote
Not a mere anecdote....
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