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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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