Mistakes by Irving MacPherson

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Mistakes

The trees
the fields
the sky

I was
reckless
always shy

Stone
cold
sober

Wishing
soon
it will
all be over

A mistake
egg on
my face

Never
knowing
my true
place

Written by

Irving MacPherson 68/M/New Scotland

(68/M/New Scotland)

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