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We are caught
in the spiral
of a serpent’s eye
A circle of time
where there is
no escape
A dimension
of waves
nauseating
unfulfilling
Staring back at us
its scales tipped
inharmonic tones
Surrounding
dilating pupils
retract and restore
Slowly sinking its venom
into ever waiting veins
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
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Thank you, my friend! 🙂
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Hope your Sunday is a magnificent one.
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It was! Thank you 🙂
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Now on to the week ahead.
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Cheers to that! And a good one, too! 🙂
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Well done!! Ummm… Book???
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OMG Walt!! I forgot! You rubbed off on me LOL I’ll send it out Monday!
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💛
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I hate snakes.
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It’s just a poem about aging lol Don’t mind the snake reference 😉
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Great time reflection poetry! Timelessness too, fortunately, exists as a possibility! 🙂
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Exactly! I was reflecting on age, something I’ve been doing a lot lately 🙂
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I can relate!
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Thanks for reading! 🙂
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Intriguing…
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Aging usually is 🙂 Thank you
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Aging is a challenge, especially with auto-immune diseases.
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I certainly know what that’s like…
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Good one, Dorinda. Sounds a bit like the beginning of the Twilight Zone!
Rock
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Thank you! Nothing strange about it 😉 It’s a poem about aging
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