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Jun 2020
A simple poem writ,
to mark this special day.
Click the link below.
Upon it you can gaze.

It's not my finest work,
but, that's for you to judge.
On this I'll write no more.
Where thereby thought a drudge.

For now, the thoughts I have,
will be mine and mine alone.
No more with the world to share;
transcribed into a poem.

Instead, like the turning of a page,
it's happy thoughts I'll write.
The time has come
to reacquaint with life...….
Written by
John Stephenson  M/Jedburgh, Scotland
(M/Jedburgh, Scotland)   
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