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Dec 2017
I look in the mirror with a slight grin.
Am I looking out or is he looking in?

Is there a world that I don't know?
More trash to take out and lawns to mow?

I think all of this still with a grin.
Could I open a door and just let him in?

Or could I smash through the glass with my bare hands?
And diminish the thought of other strange lands.
Written by
Dillon Neal  Montgomery, Tx.
(Montgomery, Tx.)   
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   stΓ©phane noir
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