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A flurry of grey
Bare trees in glowing sunrise
Dozen squirrels play.

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Sunlight through the leaves

Dancing in the breeze.

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No matter the number of emails, calls, or texts

The sun still rises on all of us pests,

And while our lives are filled with tests,

The great cycle of the world, never rests.

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Hear the click and whine–

Check the clock and resign

Another lap, all is fine

But still, theres no sign.

He misses his bigger sister

He longs for his second mother

And for the tenth time, I wonder

Why don’t you chill, mister?

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Weightless white floating flecks

Sweat rolling down my chest.

A ring of stone, a cone of wood

The only things, understood.

Transformation, freed through flame

Hopefully less, remains the same.

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