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Harsh Sun throws our
Shadows sharp against
Flagstones.

Beside the Priory wall,
Brought low by Henrys' Hammer the
Abbott lies, long gone.

Just we two, Now, in
Silhouette-

Your walking stick tapping a
Military Tattoo,
My hat of Panamanian straw
To delineate our presence.

O History-
Goodbye

Surely the New,
Loosened from past embrace

Shall see lovely flowers linger
Just for this Sunny Day
it’s sad to say
that nowadays
a smile
is more often
used
to hide depression
rather than
express
happiness.
Sun
Does not the sun
that softens the wax
turn on the clay
to make it hard ?
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