Verses of "AMANDA"s
sung loudly from the bottom of our stairs
sail from the Sea to my oblivious ears.
Vibrations from my purse
convince me to view her notes reminding me to walk the dog.
Beats of stratgically placed Uggs on my carpet
follw the rythm of my clothes
swaying as she looks for the perfect outfit.
It is her favorite song,
a song always on repeat.
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