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Timidly, I Awake
By Wil C. Fry, Feb. 26,
Copyright © 2001 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.
Proverbial platitudes have been ignored
And we live and die by the sword
While blood soaks moistly into the lawn
Timidly I awake to notice the Dawn.
This is the first poem I wrote after moving into my Seminole apartment.
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