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The days continue my life in time

 No jest yet another rhyme

Be grateful dog for crumbs from clouds

Your place among them cast earthly shrouds

That no one knows when they be lift

You among them may be set a drift

To places only poets know

Where no man comes from where all may go

To see the world he has built

From earthly crumbs he grabs with hilt

 

CM March 2024              

 


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