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Feb 2016
Once again I'm up all night.
But tonight is different.
There's not any tossing and turning
Or thrashing about.
Just the stillness of being by myself.
The air is chilly and unbroken by the sound of silence.
Cigarette smoke wafts straight up with no  change in pace.
I wonder if it's linear motion is predetermined or coincidental.
How peculiar.
Ronnie James Corbin
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Ronnie James Corbin  Dayton, Ohio
(Dayton, Ohio)   
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