Doug Jones (Iowa)

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Deja Vu

Looking out my window at a distant light
Early in the morning before the sunlight
I get a memory of a different time and place
And for a few moments I am in that space
Like I should belong in a lost somewhere
That vanished ages ago into thin air
Do you ever get that old deja vu feeling?
It can sneak into your being

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