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Jan 2022
Man made his brow
Furrowed like a garden row.
Indeed,

He held his own perfectly
Like eyes looking heavenward
In night skies

Searching for hope.
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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