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Jan 2016
Much poetry
May fade quickly
From memory.
Though there are such
That move us much,
Our souls do touch.

Catch us off guard
Or strike a chord,
Our hearts reward.
Some witty, wry
Some make us cry
Or wonder why.

Others inspire
Dreams and desire,
Ignite a fire.
Many appeal
for they are real,
They make us feel.

The truly great
Reverberate,
They resonate.
"Poetry is to me
As leaves are to the tree"
Damian Murphy
Written by
Damian Murphy  Dublin, Ireland
(Dublin, Ireland)   
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