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Nov 2019
I wonder at the depth of the soul and does it ever end
is it like a card you buy but then you never send?
Does it just sit in there hidden and waiting to fly
or is it sitting in there simply waiting to die?
It is a puzzle for all who believe they have one
but better to wonder each day then have none.
copyright....WHC..2019
Wayne H Colegate
Written by
Wayne H Colegate  77/M/Canada
(77/M/Canada)   
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