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Dec 2022
How odd of you?
To think of pastures...
a leisure of sort
So green and pristine
with the milk of laughter
T'was hard work
keeping you on the hill
in summer's sunshine
near the old barn
by the flowing spring
Now memories are
limp and cold as winter
Rotting the heart of the tree
and even grass passes time
in faint contemplation of you
A Pastoral Poem
Anthony Pierre
Written by
Anthony Pierre  42/M/A Sandy Beach
(42/M/A Sandy Beach)   
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