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joy flits out of my reach
She was real to me
Until she fell apart in my hands
I dusted her off
And began again
Looking for someone
I knew not who
If I find her
Will I see her?
That is a great question
Bringing me to a quandary
I have missed her many times
Elusive joy
Flitting just out of my reach
More than once
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Caren Krutsinger
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