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Date written: 07/22/2019
Murphy's Law
certainly
not my kind of day
disenchantment
hovers above
a sad heaven
about to cry
brooding,
ominous
nimbostratus clouds
and trees
blot out
afternoon sun rays
fruitful expectations
sprouted...
barring a multitude
of ripe hopes,
yet, unforgiving fire
did rage...
and reduced them
to rubble and ash.
a saturnine day
even mockingbirds
refuse to sing.
all was right
just yesterday!
what happened?
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