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Dear Jackie,

Serendipity: I found the original of this, which was hand-written on a piece of scrap paper more than 20 years ago, lying in a pile of "stuff" in my "sewing room" just about a week ago. At any rate, it so happens that that's also the room where I have my two Hanson posters on the wall. I picked up the sheet of paper and was able to make out the fading pencil of a "pre-poem" - which I had attempted to write, I think, just to have something interesting to work on for my college calligraphy class.

I've just transcribed it today onto the computer at work, edited it into a more finished poem, and given it a title. (It's my favorite style: some combination of e. e. cummings and A. A. Milne, I think!) What really got me, that day when I first re-visited this writing, with Isaac, Taylor and Zac "looking on" from the wall, was a few of the lines in the original ... now I know it's just coincidence, but ... I've highlighted them. Can you picture Hanson, especially from the MMMBop video era, in this poem?

Regards,
*8^) Ann

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DEJA VU

humming and tripping down the lane with arms flung wide
or hands in pockets

in the nighttime they closed their faces and went through the paces of
snoring ... oh

the stars
the sun
shone wildly through

One of them had the bluest eyes they reflected the sky
somewhere in mind was the tail of a kite
and a child who held tight to the end of it -

soaring - that's what it was
it was
and they never found it boring

they all ran down to the sea
the sea
humming and tripping down the dunes

sand blew in from the coast - a coarse snow

every now and then it would rain
just like a hurricane
it came
running down by the sea

jesus what a lark they had
the sea when it rained was a-pockita-pockita
laughing all the way

given a day or an hour or a minute
that's where they'd be
down by the sea
humming tunes and tripping

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