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The Beginning (Free verse) by jessicazee The rain and the hail
the wet and the snow,
I think you always rode your bike in it.
Your red bike it got stolen
from the stopsign pole that morning,
my shag rug hole on Irving,
our first place,
you called in shoeless:
my one shoe is gone
and last night I fell in love
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