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Mar 2016
The curt March winds terse elocution , where seagulls explore noonday menus and beg for meager sustenance . A vision of shadow people cleaving the meld o'er boardwalk divisions , blackened , with crested burnt orange perspectives .. The barbarity of water subdued , I am born witness to warm ocean pirouettes .. Where a mans senses become one , at the final turn on the road home ...
Copyright March 10 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Randolph Llewellyn Wilson
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Randolph Llewellyn Wilson  Chattahoochee Hills , Ga.
(Chattahoochee Hills , Ga.)   
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