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About This Poem
Catch a Falling Star
I can’t quite recall
The feel of your fingers
In my hand and
The sound of your voice
Escapes me today,
But I’ll remember it.
What was that song we sang?
Solo I can’t quite get the tune.
No one else thinks it’s funny.
You thought putting
a falling star in your pocket
was silly.
But it’s rainy now
and I need one on this
starless night.
©March 28, 2003
Kathryn McL. Collins
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