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Dec 2024
Way up
in these clouds,
just as my expectations
did fall hard
on my head
full of child-like dreams.

Remembering a future
and ignoring a past
that could break any
fragile strong-man
on any brand new day.

Why can't I
make you
leave me alone,
even here,
up in theseΒ Β blue skies,
above these white clouds
so far away from home.
Irving MacPherson
Written by
Irving MacPherson  M/New Scotland
(M/New Scotland)   
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