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Jul 2010
Our fathers have returned to the earth, &
our mothers sob by their headstones, wailing,
"So you couldn't stand me any longer?"

            .... ....

The red lamps glow
in warm weather;
it is festival season.

Beneath the cedar
you and I talk of
friends who've
left for the academy.
Written by
Parker Bond
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