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Blackout
Blackout
I sit in a blackout
What can I do
Wind is a howling
The rain's angry too
Windowsills rattle
High up on my floor
I live on the seventh
And hear every roar
I'm starting to find
A still quietness
Mixed with a thunder
Of solitudeness
I sit in a blackout
What will I do
I'll sit here and bask
In my gratitude
Bill MacEachern December 18, 2023
Copyright ©
Bill Maceachern
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