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A Poem: Advice 

I was expecting
fanfare, aurora borealis, attar of roses.
It’s always one thing after another,
Mother said.
Things come in threes.

What am I looking for?
Life is not an elegant dinner party,
a holy man once told me.
I got:
laughter, rain, sweet apples.

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  • A poem by Melanie Hall.

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