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Glorious
(December 11,1988 - present / Weirghton, WV)

Glorious

Poem By Mark Gannon

Wind blowing gently, against the trees.
Like a chill so faint, like a breeze.
The cooling of my face,
i feel so glorious.

The warmth of the sun, on a black rock.
Like a match set off, along a shipdock,
The warming of my face,
i feel so glorious

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