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Bess Kemp |
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Cemetery in Shelburne Falls i walk through leaves across memories of then my footprints so easily erased i listen to time pass under my feet the rustling grows fainter with each step i too am almost there Runaway black and white diamonds across the floor in her dreams of 1955 a little worn with age though not completely erased yet she was a beauty in soft pink sweaters and boys were something mysterious yet no drudgery of a housewife's future she didn't know how fast it would all end like James Dean's star gone too soon now the oldies station plays her far-away tunes dion, elvis, del shannon all the guys she gave her teenage heart to gone no mysteries now just black and white diamonds fading fast |