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Feb 2016
When here
Is nearer than near

In this moment
I tell myself

This framed picture
Bordered with and by others

Its next stopΒ is non-stop
travelling time and space

How about some of that
You take the high road

While I take the low one
Our destination a place in the sun

In this space
In this time

Today is just another whistle stop
Followed by tomorrow's next flip flop
Irving MacPherson
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