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Apr 2012
I was deep in thought
the day was as grey as the road I walked
My mood was the same
from the corner of my eye it came
I thought I saw
but then was deceived
I caught what I thought was the warmth of the sun
shinning down on me
But it was only the bulb of the street light making fun
though it shone as brightly like the sun
Cutting through the gloom of rain
my spirits lifted, my heart sang
There was a hope, the rain was gone
but only a moment did it linger
Twas dashed by the realization of a pointing finger
I stood soaked to skin looking up at the light
Upset, I was misguided, it shone so bright
then down the street I walked
wishing for the day to end I talked
Pamela Loykowski
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Pamela Loykowski
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