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Aug 2019
The air is too calm to bother with movement
The dew is too fresh to soil with my shoes
My body too old to push any further
How lovely to lie here with nothing to do
Jim Timonere
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Jim Timonere  Ashtabula, Ohio
(Ashtabula, Ohio)   
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