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I follow the clouds passing
For what seems like hours I just stare
And although it is only here I'm standing
I could be anywhere.
I lean on hot British tea in the early to mid morning
My staple drink of the quiet afternoon
Anytime during the day when things aren't quite right
Always sipping a cup or two late at night* ...
Copyright March 6 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
a child 'a God laughing
in her
drawing book


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