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WORDS AND POETRY OF MIKE FALCONER

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Las Vegas, sitting outside watching my car being cleaned, Vaguely worried about sunburn in February, Realizing I love this place and can’t imagine not living here…

Park, Dusk, Almost Spring

The sun has gone, But the sky refuses to let go of the day, This overly warm tail end of winter, A perfect evening for a walk through the park…

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