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Jul 2021
me,
me,
again
woke the
morning
(just and only
for me)
the little birds
sang so
merrily
as i staggered
back to
bed to renew
my dreams-
a rather confused
affair
neither here nor
there
a hapless frown
twitched upon
my weary
countenance
mumbled
thing
hit a wall
either up or
down
hard to say and
even harder to
recall but then
when searching
the nether region
came uponΒ Β  a magnificent
reason..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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