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Jul 2017
Sometimes on late Monday nights
I'll climb out of bed,
get dressed,
and walk outside
into the middle of the street.
The lack of cars and people
brings peace.
It's just me,
accompanied by the steady hums
of building ventilation systems.
I often think about old friends
long gone.
Thoughts.
Ron Gavalik
Written by
Ron Gavalik  Pittsburgh, PA
(Pittsburgh, PA)   
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   fp, rose and Pradip Chattopadhyay
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