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It is time
for someone else.
I will sit
shaded under the awning
watching the color
and clapping.
A special kind
of lonliness
resides in the audience,
smiling faintly.
They all do well.
I smile quietly.
Nobody catches my whisper.
Copyright © Don Schaeffer | Year Posted 2014
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