AFTERMATH

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Tall, the eucalyptus stand
Like painted soldiers;
Shakers motionless
'gainst flat grey sky,
Silent guardians of the night.
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Faint ripples-teasing breeze;
Subtle, black turns grey...
....rose.....blue;
A winged hawk hovers high,
Promise of a 3-dimension day.
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Shall I wake?
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From Life's A Bitch by GeoE
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