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Feb 2017
Under the vaulted sky
The grass below, my soul, and I
For no one knows the inner workings there
My heart exposed, laid bare
How oft they mock and stare
Yet know not what they see
For only I truly understand what is me
And the painted vail beyond my gaze
The sun set high in morning blaze
Soak my soul with warming rays
Humbled now and always
Donny Shaun Victor Elliott
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