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To make it through another day—
O, What a blessing!
Having spent it making exchequer,
From consciousness I find myself slowly departing…
The animals frolic, kicking up embrowned spray,
With twilight, obscuring the view from my porch swing—
Sweet air cafunés,
Day’s final sigh was released,
The sound was like an angel breathing,
Taking mine away…
And away…and away…and away, I dream…


- Kevin B. Waring