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Oct 2022
The duck with the voice of a smile,
The finger that follows the thread,
The dance with the air of beguile,
The tree with the flowers in red.

The dirt on the back of the shovel,
The sigh at the foot of the bed,
The bird with the flight of remembered,
The life that still lives in the dead.
Em Glass
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Em Glass  26/NY
(26/NY)   
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   Salmabanu Hatim
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