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Apr 2022
Each morning,
this habit, have I,
I use the least sense,
mere possibility, plain whatifery,
to make my ignorance expand, to fill
the emptiness in the unknown knowns.
One gasp. Another day
Ken Pepiton
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Ken Pepiton  76/M/Pine Valley CA
(76/M/Pine Valley CA)   
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