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Anniversaries

Red letter days give birth to each other like pregnant goldfish. Once again the red circled hides its face on the far side of the fridge. Dates clog the cyclic notches on my prayer wheel of anniversaries. I hear an untimely cuckoo in every paper window. I need buttoned down numbers that don't skid off the expressway of things to remember every time I see a squirrel.

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