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Jun 2017
One, Two, Three, a counting voice sparks a memory
as ears attune to moment.

Maybe its from childhood where counting to three
was prefix to a fast game.

Maybe its from a parent who counts one two three
to try and get a child inline.

Or counting to three with a cheese under breath
inside a snap will get a perfect picture.

My favorite... One Two Three breathe repeated daily.
I carry it everywhere to align for harmony and peace.

StarBG © 2017
Star BG
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Star BG  66/F/New York
(66/F/New York)   
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