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Sep 2017
days ago I trotted to my kitchen
from my desk for a glass of water
drinking only half
and leaving the rest to
bubble over
and become stale
now as I write
the glass remains
but is slowly
fleeting
Matthew MacDonald
Written by
Matthew MacDonald  Hersey MI
(Hersey MI)   
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