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a husk, a shell that's fallen off
the back that bore its longest day
to struggle for release supreme
from odious yesterday redeemed
i gaze in stupefied wonder
and peer into the dusky swirls
of the distant pealing thunder
that offers me a new day's thrill
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 26th, 2022 08:05
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Comments1
That thrill of a new day is there every time I get up in the morning.
Andy
And that surely is the way to go! Thanks, Andy.
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