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Dec 2020
still in bed
with the covers draped
over his bald head.

Maybe he was
dancing with her
as he sat motionless.
He did not stir

Maybe he was
lost in reverie.
Even if I saw him –
he wasn’t with me!
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  60/F/Boston
(60/F/Boston)   
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