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Mar 2020
Lately,

I've come to grips with the consequence
Of being a deeply closeted optimist;
My outer self is the opposite:


The birds jeer me
For the wind steers me,

Knocks me down with a flick;

At least the flowers are pretty.
Henley
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Henley
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     Fawn, Perry and hgrbc
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