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Apr 2014
Down again.
AGAIN.
A nibbling around the edges down-ness,
not a full-blown sorrowing
with a reason to be.

It is my spoiled-brat "down"
come home again to roost.
But really more like a blanket
trying to suffocate me oh so quietly.
Written in 1980-something.
Written by
Eileen Auger
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