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so much peace
surrounds
my heartbreak
pigeons of shame
over head
refuse to fly away
deserted play grounds
pout in my field of
immediate vision
no bustle can they reclaim
the children have gone in
evening is eerie like a
recently decimated grave
you are ever always there
a shadow more crafty
than Thomas Hardy 's
very own knave
and I am ever here
wishing that time like pennies
I could so carefully save
so to spend all my precious time
on you
in a paradise of truth that
the purity of recognition
to each us gave..............................
(Aug. 24, 2011 1250am)