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Monday, August 23, 2021
The sun painting a light
The sun painting a light
Made for reminiscing
Impressionism struck
Look what’s here, what’s missing
Past years are pushing me
Without details or word
I’m a lemming pausing
Wishing I was a bird
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Adrian Vincent, poem copyrighted ©
August 23, 2021 at 5:16 PM
It is a myth lemmings run off cliffs to their death.
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It is a myth lemmings run off cliffs to their death.
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