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Apr 2021
I sit on the sidewalk Waiting for time to pay attention to mine. Cars pass by Following the road that gets them Where they need to go. What does life see When I look in the mirror of mysteries? Did it see Past the face That's anxious To see time fill in the spaces Before this day can leave us. Or Did it see my face Fading Because time let go of the reflection I was making?
Dreams, fantasies, Reality, More. Reflections in time. Imagination stretched Over the line.🤔🤔😮😏
Written by
Joe Quaale  49/M/Wash.
(49/M/Wash.)   
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