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May 2019
Sleep laden eyes of weary Sun,
Whose lidded shadows tip the night,
While water gently lips the shore
And swoops the owl in whispering flight;
Small, twitching nostrils quest the air
And Daytime slides from out of sight.
Doodling with words to see what results.
Michael
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