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Tuesday, June 28, 2016

A Eulogy


Pockets filled with naivete and loose cash
I walked by where your home used to be
Where I have walked many many times, many years ago.
I walked down the road lined with trees.

I know you don't live there anymore
Nothing is like it used to be
Not the shops, not the street, not the people
Except the shade that cools the street

Pockets filled with naivete and loose cash
I stare all around me looking for some kind of sign
"What can I help you find ? " Asks a passerby
I smile. "I am looking for a moment lost in time."

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