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Oct 2014
at night there is
a solitary street
lamp hanging
on top of a near
far hill

it sits above the
rest among
trees it must
illuminate
a hidden street

i'd like to go
to that street
and just feel
the earth feel
the world
that has grown
on that hill

and i will look
to where i saw
this light i am
now under

i wont be able
to see where
i was
allen currant
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allen currant  limbo, NY
(limbo, NY)   
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