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Apr 2017
I sit under the tree
A haven for solace
It’s yet to fail me
I ponder the path
Life’s trek brought me along
Events long ago
Reminiscences still strong
A child is
As childhood conveys
Exhilaration for some
Or just dreary days
Looking up in the night
And gaze upon stars
Or just the whole black
Painted over by scars
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   Maria, Pagan Paul and ---
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