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Apr 2014
having done good,
got to go for great,
hard to lift up, of late,
is it easily understood,

heavy hands lifting weights,
                      while waiting for,
the night to fall,
       the night that keeps falling,
             the need for your calling,
not my name,
       not in shame,
              not in silence,

as the window cracked open,
     the chance meeting, hoping,
as the birds sing the sun,
          to the place of rest,
                          the best yet,
                                               a  vacation

to Lahaina,
to the island of Maui,
when the sand is hot,
                                   the water and deep blue shadows hint of cool    
go running to the water,
snorkel and flippers,
     to take a dip,
                          the best yet.

With the turtles.  The best yet.
Please don't touch the turtles, you take off their protective coating and deposit possible bacteria, their systems are vulnerable to.
Ottar
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