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Jul 2015
And what is left
but sleep
and dreams
and nightmares
more real than life?

Are we prepared
for raging winds
or
the slightest tremble
from mother earth
that may
give way
at any time
so quickly
so deftly
beneath our fragile
feet?
Written by
Vernon Waring  72/M/King of Prussia, PA
(72/M/King of Prussia, PA)   
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