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Sep 2016
We created fire
But flame is uncontrollable
It fed selfishly till it's sustenance -
was gone
No amount of hope on the wind-
could carry even one precious spark forward
Tis nothing but a fiery memory as I
now cautiously travel onward* ...
Copyright September 11 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Randolph Llewellyn Wilson
Written by
Randolph Llewellyn Wilson  Chattahoochee Hills , Ga.
(Chattahoochee Hills , Ga.)   
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