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May 2015
Flippantly, I stroll unencumbered
absentmindedly watching the clouds shift
both in direction and form
much like the movement within these words
never sure in which direction they may turn
even now anticipation mounts
as expectations soar
……..sadly
I have nothing to say –
Sam Temple
Written by
Sam Temple  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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