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Jun 2013
he last thing,            i saw

the plane fly over.     busy day.


they only fly when fine,

we had some words on that

and laughed.


i pointed out the

unusual insect on his shirt,


smiled about those midges

stuck in skin so soft, which worked.


the horse watched, swayed

went down to roll.



i sewed the buttons  back on.

sbm.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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