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May 2020
Sun
I went out this morning and met the sun at the end of my street.

Smiling, it nearly won me over but I obeyed my feet.

I felt it’s warmth as I made my retreat.

If it is still there tomorrow I’ll pull up a seat.
Written by
Dermot Kirwan  Dublin
(Dublin)   
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   Elizabeth J
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