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how
things
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used
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be . . .
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breeze . . .
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breeze . . .
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breeze . . .
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regime . . .
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a
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w
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regime . . .
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where
.
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sleepy,
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d
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serene . . .
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–
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wake
to
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dying
green . . .
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–
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.
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~ they
wake
to
.
t
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dying
green . . .
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f
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someone
else’s
dream,
.
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a
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d
.
.
grieve
.
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lack
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f
.
peace
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.
brings . . .
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f
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r
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it’s
truly
.
n
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t
.
where
–
–
they
otherwise
.
w
o
u
l
d
.
mean
.
t
o
.
be.
Reflection: This was a reflective-themed poem that I wrote back in August of 2016 in reflection of those who tend to go with the flow, complain when things don’t go their way, but rarely fight for much of anything. So, in short, they get what they get – and that is all.