Life continues to move along Whether you get on or get off Or sit there by the side On a bench beneath the shade To smoke a cigar and watch The wind blow and the leaves As they fall in every which way
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We sing in the branches, The birds of night, born brittle In broken words and melancholic memes, As holy as the body in a dream Woven in, set upon a tree, Old and scorned, played out like a fiddle With worn out strings, a holy …
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Successive years of falling leaves, as gold- Enameled flowers flitter out, around The garden nook, with simple stories told To fragrant crowds at play on dampened ground. This time we sipped a cup of coffee cold And spoke of speckled, thinning hair once brown; A …
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