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“The strongest man in the world is he
who stands most alone.”--Henrik Ibsen.
I rose from
fevered sleep, as
summer’s rosy disposition
has overheated my nights,
and had breakfast alone;
for my Rose of Lolita
traveled without me;
as I nursed my My complaints stood
swollen legs in rows, but sunshine
back to health. overrides self-pity.
Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub Q12