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Aug 2020
Like New York streets
Colarado peaks
And Canada winters blowing slowl

Until ash ignites
And in three days burns
Like a weekend turning
Until humanity is warmed to the bone

And so in seeing these how we often speak
Of pondering that which we do not know
But wish to of known for our future parts
And of a whole we hope to learn
A little more of sights once let go

No memory ever endures
Sights, truth, and memories human.
Colm
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Colm
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     --- and Imran Islam
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