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Nov 2020
I'd adhere
to all I touch. But I wouldn’t erase
the colors they wear

I'd shine them
up. So, black glows
as patent leather.
And red’s bright as
a cardinal’s feather.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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