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Feb 2021
There is much that you see that you
Do not yet know that you Love  All
that is old and familiar and is rundown
Now parting.  That old man with the
Cane soon you will not see him any
More.  The cobbled streets the broken
Down shanties, the old tresste over the
River.  Shame shame how much you
Disliked and looked  down on it all:
The streets of your home town now only
Memory -the abandoned houses on the great
Estates that you snuck into they had treasures
Of another time always  now-then if you  See
The passing glory of it all is that it is not lasting
As the little prince said you only truly see when
See with the heart with your heart breaking.


To the  old man in the shabby   store who
who sold me penny on the way home from
school.
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Written by
David Bernard Scully  75/M/South Florida
(75/M/South Florida)   
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   Imran Islam and Bogdan Dragos
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