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Feb 2013
Swoosh, wings glide
across my quiet spot
water babbles near
I imagine
wise owls
limp along willow’s gray limbs
bask among first streaks of
sunlight,
collect my vibes
gather my pains
my joys
together for me
send them
to me revamped,
wrapped with hope
William A Poppen
Written by
William A Poppen  87/M/Tennessee
(87/M/Tennessee)   
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   victoria
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