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Oct 2021
Enuf, I callout myself, my life
selfishness, conceit, self--centered
perhaps I am as I should be
or why did I grow this way
lessened I turn to you reading
calmly, curiously, judgmentally
I regard your air your breathing
your overall regard cooly distant
searching for what you know
in my miasma which I've poured
out upon paper napkins and time
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
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