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Feb 2019
His garden was full that day
    butterflies flying around
but not flying away - here to stay
    or at least he hopes !
But he always hopes
    sometimes too much
a hopeful man - he always was

smiling when the sun is up
    a happy man - he always was
that is until the night crept in
    without the sun his light grew dim
griefs shallow drum beats deep within
    but do not fret - he'll dance again
to get over his mood of groans and shrugs
    he just needs some help
catching lightning bugs
Evan Palmer
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Evan Palmer  M/Michigan
(M/Michigan)   
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