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May 2017
Once upon a time,
I knocked on the gates
Of paradise and asked for a secret.
Saint Peter said to me,
"Live boldly, youngling.
Evening stretches on
Longer than the daylight."

Awake again, I smiled
Because I had indeed
Been given a secret.
But it wasn't what old Saint
Pete had told me.
The secret was
That I already knew
And I smiled anyway.
Because I woke up this morning and smiled.
Mica Kluge
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Mica Kluge  25/F/Appalachia
(25/F/Appalachia)   
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