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Apr 2016
I extricated myself
From man's creation,
Disentangled myself
From the machines
And wires,
Walked
Off the concrete
Disrobing and discarding
The artificial attire,
Then
Stepped
Bare feet
Onto the grass
And,
Made my way
Back home.

(With a smile on my face.)
Tom Blake
Written by
Tom Blake  Scotland
(Scotland)   
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