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Mar 2018
Vacationers huddle on tour
-history of a statue-
I'm not so different from they--
Watcher in a foreign land.
Shift my shape to grow to my seat.
A student laughs, kisses her boy
-were I not so different from they--
It could be sunny,
if not for the clouds. Though,
I suppose it could be raining.
Leaves lilting, to and fro,
Organic matter, decomposing.
Written last fall.
Written by
Pat Broadbent  20/M/New York
(20/M/New York)   
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