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Apr 2020
Bright
eyed
we rise to
it talk to it
harness like
a horse
worship
and personify
it what is he/it
to me what
am I to him
if not a lier
and just a bit
sleepy

Whit Howland © 2020
Abstract word painting.
Whit Howland
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Whit Howland
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