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May 2020
I drift off


to the room of dreams


swaying on the rocking chair


with a cup of coffee


I open my casket with imagination


music seeps gently from the radio


setter stretches lazily


grasping the moment

of this summer
Written by
Anna Banasiak
140
   Holly D and Mark S
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