The Poetry of Gerry Anne Lenhart . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

45: The Other Day

The other day
I was telling someone
How Bliss feels
If I could wrap up Bliss
And keep it
And pull it out again
When I am feeling blue
I would pass it out like candy
Maybe I can
As long as I have memories
As long as I have dreams.

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