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Jun 2021
I had a thought
says it was my conscience, mine alone.
I asked it was it worth a thought.

I got a sense it was
prepaid.

On second thought I left it here,
having thought some things once,
it is easy
to think it
at a distance
in a reading being thinking as I am.
In joying impossible proofs appearing
Ken Pepiton
Written by
Ken Pepiton  77/M/Pine Valley CA
(77/M/Pine Valley CA)   
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