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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Clementine was gourmet fresh, plump and glowing no matter the season. A monumental bargain for those with taste who did their shopping at the misfit market. We all wanted inside her space. A human buffet flavored for nibbling and she knew it. I did. I took her to parties just to get in. She made comfy with everyone. We played the same games. Being a fruit, she got all the attention. The disfavor of her sunny disposition. There were no shadows where she repined. Beautiful Clementine. Not sure when i saw her last. Looking buckshee, she had rolled her eyes. She was making room for Magnolia. Something about it being the proper conditions. Sometime after the denunciation, right round that time... when a wan softness set in she soon consumed all our senses. I saw it happen in the darkness. My interest had been revoked. . By then i'd become like driftwood. With boots on, carried off by the current, i self sheltered in NYC on desolation row. There were only shadows when she repined. Beautiful Clementine. Hopelessness surprised me with Clementine. i made no attempts to rejoin the flock. Taking the weather for granted I acknowledged that those seasons had died. I heard she passed away in France. A victim of the Corona virus. A winter swallow let me know this, before Magnolia and her pigeons did. Her posse had no flag or tags for it. They spoke all at once about her demise. No flowers bloomed past that time and still they squatted in her garden. I saw it happen in the darkness. Beautiful Clementine. A virtual mess, so unfortunate. A tall order in the end. I lit a thousand sticks of incense their escape was ten stories tall. RIP beautiful girl.
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