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Sep 2020
***** old bench,
waiting for the 7:30 bus.
  reminiscing of running late and endless paranoia
    and the warm hand that said "don't worry"


Only god knows,
    why now I "worry"
-Cold hands.
A Poet
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A Poet  The Moon
(The Moon)   
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