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Mar 2020
wild rays heat

the children
of the poor

we were
the same

so we did not
know poor

we played
in the rain

jumping in
puddles

not knowing
dirt

was the devil
and cleanliness

was god

we all enjoyed
the same sun

and felt the
same warmth

on our skin
John Destalo
Written by
John Destalo  55/M/Harrisburg, PA
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)   
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