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Sep 2021
i watered the flowers
with white and black
ready for grey shower
up-down and back-

two tones that  swept
an untold melancholy
elderly and inept
to be or to be-me

through some thoughts
quite aside any point
made tea-
and rolled a joint..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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