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Sep 14
above the fray
is always  something
I'd  try to say
mine are so  slight  
padding them
  back in the day
always  helped
the mirage  of  broadness
even though the load  
was so little
then
in a  blur
life  was stacked
  and packed
so high and wide  
now my shoulders
ache at night  
held any which way
above the fray
Aging up  is a blessing and a curse
AprilDawn
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AprilDawn  F/Kentucky USA
(F/Kentucky USA)   
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