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I STARE


I stare!

not aware

mind is all blank,

feelings of being overwhelmed,

but do I care?

when there is nothing to share.

 

mornings of most mornings,

contemptuous am I;

of others there

with their feelings,

openly on display.

 

therefore;

do these feeling lift?

or keep on top of me,

but like a fog on the drift,

some days I do believe,

contain a certain amount

of hope and lots and lots

of sunshine to bless your day...

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