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Let go of my string,
the fog is a-scatter,
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I’ll keep to the wind
flying high o’er the surf
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as it pounds out its reason
on shale and stone.
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The full moon’s aweigh
and Neptune’s at play –
.
let go of my string, and
it’s up and away.
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© 2019 Betty Hayes Albright
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