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I sometimes hide my eyes
Behind darkened glasses
Care to look at the world
Through rose colored flashes
Psychedelic prisms
I watch the colors blend
Wishing it could be like this
Throughout the world, again
Hippies spreading love
Peace and understanding
So tired of the ones, who
Just keep on demanding
I will not hide forever, no
Behind this tinted glass
Cause I’ll never be the one
To follow all, en masse
March to the beat of a different drummer
I refuse to ever become just a number….
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
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Thank you very much, Chuck xoxoxo
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Always an honor and privilege to read and share your posts with followers, Dorinda!!!
You know your words always reach out to me!!! Hope all is well with you and yours, Dear??
xoxoxo
Chuck
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Always an honor and joy to read and share your posts with followers, My Dear!! Hope you have been having a great weekend!
xoxoxo 😊💕💖🌹
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I like this very much. You don’t need rose coloured glasses, you obviously have clear 20/20 vision.
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Thanks so much, my friend. I do hope all is well with you!
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Love it 🤙
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Thank you very much! 🙂
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Yes! We can’t go backwards, but we carry the spirit forward.
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YES! ❤
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The world is messed up right now. Your poem expressed all of our desire to be more than a number. Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you for reading! ❤
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Thank you for sharing! 🙂
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