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Aug 2019
That when dust hits eyes
I squint just enouph
To focus in on the light,

And when I find the focus
Im ok because the wind
against my face is what
Makes the irony so unique,

Stupid dust,
Wonderous gust,
And life blows this way and that....
Written by
Dedpoet47
104
   Max Neumann
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