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Jun 08, 2009
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Play It Again
I sit down
next to her
and listen.
She spins golden
stories of
childhood days
moments easily
retrieved.
The present;
more undefined
but I answer,
as if being asked
for the very
first time.
Like an old
forty five.
The song
and artist
are the same
but the record
skips and
my sister
is fading . . .
next to her
and listen.
She spins golden
stories of
childhood days
moments easily
retrieved.
The present;
more undefined
but I answer,
as if being asked
for the very
first time.
Like an old
forty five.
The song
and artist
are the same
but the record
skips and
my sister
is fading . . .
— Janice Pearce, Jun 08, 2009
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Ink Dragon
17 years ago
Janice,
Janice Pearce
17 years ago
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themoonman
17 years ago
Janice...
Janice Pearce
17 years ago
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Wafi
17 years ago
Fading.....
Janice Pearce
17 years ago
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bjp
17 years ago
Dear Janice,
Janice Pearce
17 years ago
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Candlewitch
17 years ago
Janice
Janice Pearce
17 years ago
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leonard daranjo
16 years 12 months ago
How did I miss this
Janice Pearce
16 years 12 months ago
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leonard daranjo
16 years 12 months ago
Oh yes - one more thing
Janice Pearce
16 years 12 months ago
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Cloudthings
16 years 12 months ago
Janice, well deserving of the spotlight, well done
Janice Pearce
16 years 12 months ago
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prayersbyPatty
16 years 12 months ago
Janice
Janice Pearce
16 years 12 months ago
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Seren
16 years 10 months ago
How did I miss this
Janice Pearce
16 years 10 months ago
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Janice Pearce
16 years 9 months ago
Play it Again