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Mark Penfold Jul 2016
Passing stranger hear a tale along the winding lanes,
I once touched things real and felt the seasons change.
Smelt the sweet perfumes of summer,
and witnessed winters pause.
Gathered my thoughts in autumn,
then gazed upon the new spring thaws.
Ohhh absent friend here this,
while you stroll along the forest paths.
I was alive once and loved.

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