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Jul 2022
Reaching outward
Fingers spread
Like  a wing

The primitive fruit
Just beyond grasp

A worm surfaces
whom which a bird plucks;
For the fruit is
In its reach

I am envious
Jenovah
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Jenovah  USA
(USA)   
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