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Oct 2021
I got lost
on my way
to my
denouement

There I was
racing along
and meaning
flew clean away

I could see it
over the trees
wings beating
hastily free

Leaving me
able to admit
nothing and
a little lost
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
(Oh)   
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