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Sep 2018
I saw you sitting atop your sprinkled leaves
where you stayed perched to pass the day
but when the gentle wind blew a breeze
you turned to run away.

I do not fear those things; no longer.
I will not hide from the face of the unknowing.
Kevin
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Kevin  somewhere in jersey
(somewhere in jersey)   
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