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Nov 2021
time is the sun we move around
through shadows and reflections
expecting more
a prophet or a sacrifice
how do we hold the sound
of any place without a name
some avenues allow return
their beauty having lingered
i find myself convinced
though why remains unclear
that we've something more to learn
some word or some experience
something that would obviously matter
Bobby Copeland
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Bobby Copeland  65/M/Kentucky
(65/M/Kentucky)   
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