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Aug 2021
We'll all know at the end

    silence shall have the final word

    all our ramblings will be proven

     to be inane and absurd-



     life, the perennial abstract--the we, the they

     the I and the you-- the dearth

     of meaning, the existential emptiness

    only around its dubious peripherality do we aimlessly skirt.
(poem written this morning in an eastern suburb of  Melbourne

      when I was resting on a wooden bench in front of the local library

      having a cup of coffee---sunny, winter ends this month-

      I was in a contemplative mood.  Thursday in Australia)
Written by
Dr Peter Lim  M/Victoria, Australia
(M/Victoria, Australia)   
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     Maddy and Weeping willow
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