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May 22, 2009
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City lights dazzle and sprinkle through my window,
Disrupting my cherished sleep.

My eyes turn toward the starry night sky,
As I think back.

The dark above replays the scenes of my old refuge.
The mammoth, old maple in the front yard sways,
Like the porch swing on those breezy, light-hearted afternoons.
Dogs’ echoes are heard at the prospect of squirrels invading their beloved provinces,
As I soar back to my faded dreams.





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