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Jun 2013
that late evening,

slip into dusk,

the last blackbird singing.


that idle if not in

gainful employment.


there are thoughts

that are randomly baleful,

or so mediocre

need reviving.


to get on with the day,

despite this deluge

is the answer?

sbm.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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   AJ
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