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Jun 2014
I sit in the park
Alone
In the dark.
I swing…
On a raggedy old swing.

It sings to me
A strange melody
Of what…
The new day will bring.

The birds begin to sing
Now
Now… it’s time to go home.
It time
To be
What they want to see.

It’s time
Now…
To be all alone.
Theresa M Rose
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Theresa M Rose  QUEENS
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