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Oct 2014
Light slips through boarded windows
Hanging, waiting for action
Birds chirping over Sunday brunch
Soft yawn of the not too distant sea
As the sun kisses the horizon
goodbye and now off to work
Immersed in the oneness
Forgetting identity
Written by
the unknown possum
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