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Mar 2013
The peach sits within reach
and for each their own to keep
fuzzy fur and afternoon sleep.
Next door the nooks and crannies and
                    little sets of glowing eyes that peek.
And broken sleep and half-earned yawns.
Rise and stretch and breathe,
but do not speak.
The world is too loud and tired.
Do not speak.
Joe
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