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A Corrie Poem: Lightning Bugs

When I see the lightning bugs

from your desk and window,

I wonder if there are lightning

bugs up where angels fly.

When you see them,

do you think of me

as I dream of you

with every light

that ignites the dark?

By Rebecca T. Dickinson Poem copyrighted, 2021 by R.T. Dickinson

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