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Apr 18
the wild flowers below my window
a purple gown and overgrown
the sky is grey and softly blown-
the birds have taken back

what was always theirs then..
and what we can infer
is when and if and how
the moment a rolling stone..
Written by
Michael John  57/M/SPAIN
(57/M/SPAIN)   
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