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Jan 2018
The yellow sickle moon
is hay in the barn, the way
that youth is exuberant
and death is wise.
The dogwood is a tree
full of butterflies -
so life strikes,
then death strikes.
In the calendar of life, fall
just a handful of holidays
perfect for the making of love.
Written by
Miracle Beyond Me  49/M/Ohio
(49/M/Ohio)   
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