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Mar 2020
Do you stare too at the dot of green,
Wondering why, and what did it mean?

Are you out there unfazed, unfettered, unseen?
Or do you sit too, and curse what has been?
Mad you said things that you didn't mean?
Or is it just I who stares at my screen,
Driven insane by that dot of green?
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
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