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Aug 2023
writing is such a
lonely affair and that
is why for the most part
i enjoy

to post it on the net-
a morning of creeping
out the door
the sun rising

upon a sleeping
ankle and the words
that resonate
and their where-withal-

we are all alone
look to the skies!
look up your ***
nothing and no-one..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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