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Mar 8
here i am
a speck of sand
in a cloud of dust
blown on the wind

like many souls
that i know
back and forth
with little control

without a say
throughout the day
blown in haste
as we make our way

in a crowd
finding out
in a spin
losing count

specks of dust
chipped in rust
as old age settles
in on us
Mike Hauser
Written by
Mike Hauser  Sunny Florida
(Sunny Florida)   
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