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Jun 2019
I still hide you
    in my poetry and long after
             I have given up,
      my  heart still searches
                  for you
                without
                    my
               permission.

            Life is so ironic.
     It  takes  sadness  to  know
         what happiness is,
                   noise to
           appreciate silence.

                  The most
       beautiful things in life
               are not things,
     they're people and places,
             and memories and
                   pictures.
           They're feelings and
              moments and
                      smiles
                and laughter.

               Memories
       are always  special.
           We laugh by
     remembering the days
               we cried,
And we cry remembering
              the days
            we laughed.....!!    
               That's life.                                                    Jon York   2019
Jon York
Written by
Jon York  Arma, Kansas
(Arma, Kansas)   
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