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Jan 2022
the grass on the hill
speaks nothing until
our ears open with age
and the demons dark will
loses meaning

the soft melody
of piece sends a thrill
to the harbory of will
and causes a self
into being

action a skill learned
from birth to the grave
we pay not attention
to continous pain
and we travel
Mark Wanless
Written by
Mark Wanless  mpls, mn
(mpls, mn)   
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