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Aug 2018
A few coins
Lay scattered on the floor
Not any that I use
But ones I've seen before
From when I visited you
All that time ago
I still won't pick them up
Though I should I know
The truth is though
They remind me of you
When I am alone
With nothing left to do
Just their simple presence
A link from you to me
Is all the reminder I need
Of your distant guarantee
Hadrian Veska
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       Mark Tilford, MicMag and Hadrian Veska
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