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Apr 2017
Good morning
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You’re just the way to start my day
I’m typing these words across your page
The treasure you bring I salt away
The measure of your meaning is easy to gauge

We’re waltzing along to the image you made
It’s a delicate dance, that much is true
If you were the muse in the game that we played
You left me entranced over the land that we flew

Good afternoon
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It’s been a busy day but I won’t dwell
We shouldn’t get lost in this moment of time
I’m happy you made it through the door so well
There’s still enough left to finish this rhyme

Into the battle with our spirits so high
We dance in the shadows of the noon day sun
Our hearts beats a passage that soars to the sky
It’s a little bit selfish but a lot more fun

Good evening
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Welcome to this curious test of my measure
Glad you could stop by and take it all in
Feel free to browse and carouse at your leisure
You won’t know the ending until you begin

Parsing the lines into solid shapes
The trance of this moment is all that we find
It opens our thoughts up and pulls back the drapes
We’re left with a memory that’s caught in our mind

Good Night
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Seldom my thoughts spin off of the page
It’s better to test them in the mirror of time
It doesn’t really help to go off in a rage
There’s much more to matter and more hills to climb

My mind slips off to a time in the past
The memory is cold and dark and deep
It’s just for a moment but the moment might last
I’ll take it to bed and there drop off to sleep
The sections of this poem were written a the time of day indicated in the poem. They are not necessarily about those times but rather an attempt to compare my writing at different times of the day.
Richard Grahn
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Richard Grahn  58/M/Chicago
(58/M/Chicago)   
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