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Jan 2021
they are fading fast
my partners in rhyme
the sound of silence
the perfect crime
caressing voices once loud and bold
drift o'er the oceans
while storms unfold
words split like beams on a sinking ship
crustation on the seabed
what a sad strange trip
it's been
borrowed a few lines
Thomas P Owens Sr
Written by
Thomas P Owens Sr  M/New Market, Va
(M/New Market, Va)   
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         Edmund black, ---, Thomas W Case, Karijinbba, --- and 5 others
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