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Oct 2019
In my home
there is no ground
to walk on.
Because my home

is high up
in the air. My carpets
are inflated clouds
with silver linings. I left

the earth
and all its worldly
cares. I don’t receive
many visitors. They say

I’m crazy. I don’t plant
daisies.
I plant rainbows.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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