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Golden
she didn’t
know this
when she got
up
twenty years
ago and tied
her shoes
reached up
to the sink
got water in
her eye and
missed the
brush
from the coffee
downstairs
to eggs on her
plate
small people
really don’t
know
what ever
awaits.
Love,
Muse
From The Diary of An Unlisted Muse 