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Jan 2015
Simply smiling
Lenses glazed
Words are running
Drums to the brim
                    Do I hear it?
Sons and daughters
Parties, flowers
This or that
Something, something, yada...
                    Maybe not.
Feet untethered
Yoke unbound
Sailing starward
Glimpsing upon fey
                    I don't care to hear it.
Daniel Arocho
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Daniel Arocho  Georgia
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