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Poem: Lost Recordings 

A cassette tape found in the back of bureau drawer
Thick with dust, but proving quite playable
Hissed through the heads
Of the paint-flecked tape deck in the garage
I was the only one home
When I heard the voice of our daughter
For the first time in ten years
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