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Nov 2023
It swoops about me;
I catch what should
be caught
Dropping a few:
I push away
What can wait.
I reach with eager hands
Life’s great blessings.
To live the mix of
Good and bad.
Rebecca
Written by
Rebecca  59/F/Virginia
(59/F/Virginia)   
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