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Apr 2021
I sit on the sidewalk waiting for time to pay attention to mine. Cars past by following the road that gets them where they need to go. What does life see When I look inside the mirror of Mystery? Did it see past the face that's anxious to see time fill in the spaces. before this day leaves us. Or did it see a Different face fading Because time let go Of the reflection I was making?🤔😆😆😆
The American seem more than you think!😜😜😜😏
Written by
Joe Quaale  49/M/Wash.
(49/M/Wash.)   
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     Eloisa, --- and Eshwara Prasad
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