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Sep 2020
Es tut mir leit, wir müssen immer denken
ever after all
we think
It never gets old, but we do, think
we find.
we do. All our thoughts pass on,
once more
to be discoveries imbued with subtle joy.
A smile,
after a while.
I lived.
Ken Pepiton
Written by
Ken Pepiton  76/M/Pine Valley CA
(76/M/Pine Valley CA)   
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