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Red in the Morning

A man once had a dream.
He spoke on it.

A dream is just that. A dream.
Blown away awake.

And now we wake

History is smoke.

The now is on fire.

This was written by Robert Herring. Posted on Thursday, January 23, 2025, at 6:50 pm. Filed under Books. Bookmark the permalink. Follow comments here with the RSS feed. Both comments and trackbacks are currently closed.