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The Poet digs wells

For you to drink

Refresh your soul,

To stop and think

 

What really matters

And what does not

Has little to do with

What we have got

 

When you’re read

The words herein

I hope they heal

And life begins

 

The peace or pain

That we receive

Starts with the words

That we believe

 

Corona: The Wicked Globetrotter

Shade on my Light

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