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Apr 2019
On the wet sidewalk worms are aplenty.
A bird's eye ogles the wiggling squirmers.
Cars swooshing by on the Boulevard.
The powder colored sky gently weeps.
Roads that look freshly painted.
Tree bark that appears to have been glazed.
It's a rainy Saturday morning.
A great time for a walk.
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The Concrete Poet  M
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         Joey, Ell, White Widow, Traveler and Donovan
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