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Wednesday, May 22, 2019
A Poem Draft
Indian Blankets
The Indian blankets
by the side of the way
bow low in the wind
and flicker like flame;
they mirror my heart,
for my heart is now free
with the holiday-dance
of the sweet summer breeze.
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