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Shakespeare asked:
“What is in a name?”
And I have found the answer to be:
The entire world.
Years from now,
when I hear your name,
my mind will wander back to you.
Hovering above me
in the soft red glow
of my clock radio
a millions years ago.
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love love love
thanks.
The last four lines of your poem pack quite a punch. Love!!!
thanks.