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Aug 2017
every morning the sun
shines high and
bright
and as i rise
lowly and bemused
at the sight
i can't help but
wonder

all the hows
and whys
like all the colors
in the sky
they seem to blend
together
and never make
any sense
until you decide
to make some sense
of your own
John
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John  28/M/New York
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