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Jan 2013
I am in awe on this sunny day,
no one will speak their turn.
And I won't accept your calls.

I flash thinking about it,
just like an old poleroid.

The glossy finish
shows your blemishes..

Square corners
show your slough.

I look at the ground,
seeing pictures that could be taken.
.

I see that all is beautiful.
I am in awe on this sunny day.


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Irving MacPherson
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