Poem...Things turn on a Dime
Dark creeps in
Creating weird shadows
Portent of things to come
Feelings of things not right
Feelings of hurried flight
From things meaning harm
Or things hidden in their plots
First rays of morning sun
And fresh air rushes in
And optimism glows anew
And things turn on a Dime
Capt Rex
Rabid Poet
Rantings
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