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Nothing and Beauty

All feels right in my world my

small own bit of it at this moment

a foolish quarrel mended an old

ugliness patched sanded painted

prettily over, my sons’ compasses

pointing home and even if I wonder

what more I might want or need

at this moment there is nothing

in this moment and that is its

own beauty.

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