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I woke to the billowing curtains blowing in the breeze, and the scent of jasmine just outside my window. This once perfect garden now sparse: the unkempt grass, the bougainvillea, and the persimmon tree that we loathe-- an over-abundance of ripening fruit. The early morning sun casts a hazy pillar of light on my bedroom floor. Don't wake me up.

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Date: 11/1/2008 7:06:00 PM
All three to the finals - wow - Judging by your poetry it's very understandable - Great writing, congratulations and God Bless
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