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Nov 2019
it's just a-day, it's just the day, it's just a day, it was just a-day.
the sun was out, the breeze was light.
aqua flowing grass bending to its will.
as a life in waning, stumbles to a stop, and falls to the ground.
clothed in any day clothes.
a sky, blue as any man's dreams,
and the chrips, and the chirps, echoing the birds soaring with flight.
children in the backyard, playing games, running in their youth.
meanwhile, at the side of the house, disheveled, but the body takes no breath,
no rising in the chest.
by the time anyone reached in care, noticed he had no pulse.
Written by
Matthew  57/M/Michigan
(57/M/Michigan)   
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