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Jul 2019
In the howling wind , I heard a whisper
Fly by my head, and into my ear
With the weight of a feather, it tickled my thoughts
And in midst of the storm, I stand there laughing
The rain drops are heavy, and falling so hard
As the water runs down ,from my blinded eyes
In my mind i am drowning ,without a life guard
Eva Rushton
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Eva Rushton  Nova Scotia
(Nova Scotia)   
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