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He went outside to get some air,

Feet stuttering,

The muttering

Kept to himself.

Please do not stare,

Not that he would care

But he remembers

The fluttering

Of birds

And glorious


Picking pears.

In late summer blossom

The gossamer

Of spiders webs

Brushed aside.

They laid together

He remembers her;

Will she remember him?

No man doubts

The veracity of good intention

But some truths

Are too close to mention.

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