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Mar 2018
It seems I'm under water by design,
devoid of that happy puff of air
keeping selves rockily afloat on a dividing horizon of still living, possibly thriving
And yet still imposing on that infinite line of quiet.
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nothing's Amiss  Philly
(Philly)   
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   Woody
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