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the calm before the storm is an immaculate lie a thunder cloud has been summoned how unwise to keep basking in a faded sun when the energy of black clouds can be harnessed a fortune tellers tears are worth your time when time is all there is and time is running out you keep tempting fate as if you had the power to make it submit fate isn't a dog at your heels you are the dog you are only re-folding the already worn creases thinking this is just the first time when it is the millionth the signs are all around you trip on them daily they wake you at night the grim reaper sits in a corner shuffling a deck of cards it won't be much longer the family he is waiting on is at some public outing he smiles he has been smiling a lot lately he is after all so close to retirement
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David with total poetry
4/19/2021 12:21:34 pm
Thank you for sharing this this was a wonderful read I appreciate your style it seems more like many small haiku's that fot perfect together
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