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 All Work and No Play
she cant
come out
to play
today,

Her work would be distracted.

though morn's
Soft light
does call
to her,

Its colors are refracted.

her hands
they toil
create
destroy

A price to be exacted.

mundane
her tasks
her mind
flies free

Epiphanies enacted .


Ramona Gibson Hughes
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