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Feb 2020
i wait

until my glass is full
to overflowing

and then

only then

can it spill over the edge

pouring upon the page

splashing the ink

into words

that i pretend
is poetry.
it's wild and windy here
i hope you are all keeping safe
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Little Bear
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Little Bear
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