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Oct 2021
doctor,i woke laughing
could n´t  see a thing
what now brings
yesterday stings
then in
waiting

i dreamt on
lost and a
lone
love done
i carried sleeping

like a last corn-
flake fixed to a
white plate
a tear that snug
and would
if and wait

on my shoulder
doctor
and said i will
remember
your kiss a
tickling whisker

i woke again
thought where have
i been
i wondered nuclear
waved a curtain
and thought the
morn clear..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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