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Apr 2015
There was once a field.
I would sit and lay on that field.
I would stay there all day, for it was ours.
Our only field.

I loved to listen to the wind chimes out there,
I could barely make them out,
but I could feel you were already about
Now I go back to that indigenous place,
To find you there to see you once more.
Now I have to be back to recover my heart,

*I will do that once more, for it is my part.
Alan S Bailey
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