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Jan 2021
Sitting, looking out the window,
only me and darkness
waiting on the Christmas sun.

Wondering what is next to do –
sun doesn’t fix the solitude.
Maybe I will just go out and run.

Run forever, until I find
the mystery edge of earth,
keep running ‘til I’m done.
Written by
Tom Turner  75/M/North Carolina
(75/M/North Carolina)   
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