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Restlessness
 
Restlessness, a cloudy day
skies blue and gray
semi tires a rolling
distance calling -
'Come away.'

Wistfulness in play
thoughts astray
full of crawling
restlessness.

Dwindling, what's to say?
Days decay
lazing, lolling
softly sprawling,
in a pensive sway
restlessness.

By tony parsons

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