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Feb 2016
Is your heart still wild;
I wonder,
as fog silently lifts off the Potomac.
I am not sure when
the rains started,
but the noise
falls into the fog.

The district seems sleepy,
and I am tired too.

When is it time?
When did the food lose it's taste?
When did adventure
get replaced by routine?
Matthew Berkshire
Written by
Matthew Berkshire  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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