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D. Thurmond Aka Jef (James Everett Falcon)

D. Thurmond Aka Jef (James Everett Falcon)

“Lingering”

I am put upon and drained
Up in the Willow’s highest branches
So, I linger in the shadows of its Canopy.
 
However
 
I shall never render blame
upon the tree in all its glory
For you see it’s not the tree
It’s just me.
 
D. Thurmond / JE Falcon
11-16-2021

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