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The cool dampness of a summer thunderstorm . . .
We watch from the porch;
Running through green dark yards
At dusk where there really were fireflies.
Sometimes, alone in the swimming pool,
I pretend I am a mermaid
And I marry a dolphin.
Carol Ann Wald
Program Assistant
Electronic Literature Organization
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