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Oct 2016
I'll hold you close
toes dug in the sand
with our black and gray hoodies
masking black and gray hands
and from our perch
we'll watch as the land
turns from dark morning
to something near bland
not to say splendor is lacking
but that mediocrity can be grand.
Trying to rhyme, lolol, not my forte. Just messing around.
CastorPolydeuces
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CastorPolydeuces  Montana
(Montana)   
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