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Sep 2016
The grinding wheel works
By a shearing action.

I gently press the steel bar
Into it's spinning face.

Fireflies dancing in the night,
Jumping up and kissing my cheeks.

So hot on my skin, yet temporary.
I push harder, they multiply, so bright.
Sammy Connell
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Sammy Connell  Atlantic Canada
(Atlantic Canada)   
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