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Oct 2010
I have engrossed it in my mind
what is missing, what should be mine.
But how hard it is, to get it, in this life of ours.
Oh! how I wish I had not come into it somehow.
I have waited so long, searched so deep
Its meaning, I'm sure will not wear away.
But, what meaning?
Oh Yes!, I know now and vaguely remember
how it was like, but it wasn't for long!
From unpublished book "The Seeds Of Life" - compiled in 1996.
A very early piece, perhaps the third one written.
Written by
George Krokos  72/M/Melbourne, Victoria, Aust
(72/M/Melbourne, Victoria, Aust)   
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