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Jan 2017
Warm weather hits my face,
Last chance to feel the rays,
Burning lighting in the dark haze.
Must escape this maze.

Killing our lives with potions,
Distracted by machines,
Have we forgot?
Our mother has no time left.
Brad French
Written by
Brad French  Clarksville, TN
(Clarksville, TN)   
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