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Mar 2015
The world is my oyster, and
I am the pearl within it, though
I am sure of the white hard
Diamonds strewn alongside me
That share the view of our
Dotted night sky, that reflect
The prophecy of a new dawn, and
An utter mass of plodding light
Warmth, but cold amongst a lost
Night sky.
Written by
Harold Bracy  Maine
(Maine)   
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