PhotoboothA Poem by Jenny WrenSmitten, I stagger my way through the curtain. Grinning and giggling, Premeditating on what will be stamped on paper. No matter where we are, we may look back and feel giddy again. The memory so vivid, always vivid. The moment so sweet, so gentle. Despite what we thought, it will never be on film. Let us never stop adding to this story. © 2011 Jenny Wren |
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