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Feb 2021
Time wasting
Mind searching
For self
Who am I this morning
Cold drizzle meets a late dawn
Opens pores on bare skin
Feel free but awaiting
The Lights glance
Penetrating clouds
An hour of my truth
Absorbed into the rigors of a new day
When we were still farming
Written by
Flatfielder  M/Canada
   Gideon and Thomas W Case
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