Friday, May 9, 2008

An Ageing Poet Comments

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The ageing poet he sits on a park bench a poem is forming in his head
A poem on the woman that he loved that to another is wed
He loved her though her he never dated unrequited love one could say
But she too like him has grown older with the passing of each yesterday,
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