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Flannel

Red and blue plaid,

pockets with buttons,

my camping shirt

is flannel, worn soft,

pine smells, campfire,

forest moss.

I keep it hidden

in my bottom drawer—

where no one will find it

and wash away

my memories.

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The language about poetry

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