Meeting Self
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Crawling around the clouds, looking for something to do,
searching for answers, but not following through.
Nothing is the way it seems on the surface, inside just
biding time.
Knowing what is going on, wading through it a little at
a time, all will be revealed when at last I meeting self.
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