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May 2019
warm winds dry out spring blooms
while I drink alone under an afternoon sun

if you don't understand this life,
my friend, don't be troubled

I am not as rich as you think
or as poor as I let on

when looking to the heavens,
I too, see blue sky and white clouds
Written by
Shane  Oklahoma
(Oklahoma)   
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