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Home I can still Smell the small clementines and their trees The sharp citrus tang of their leaves The rough damp scent of their bark Hear the dripping leak from the air conditioner pipe outside Your slippers as you walk The ticking of your rosary beads in the morning, I still remember the rush of excitement as I swung higher on my swing the content of playing out imagined dreams in the green house shed

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