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Sep 2014
A neon glow,

a flourencent daze,

a shine of the sun’s rays upon a rose display.

The shade felt from a midnight ****,

or from fire around tiki poles

in a field.



Some say it’s a recognized face

that makes one feel home.

But it’s a familiar light

that makes us

feel welcome.
Written by
Paul Costa  Gadsden, Alabama
(Gadsden, Alabama)   
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