"Illusions of Yesturdays"

October 14, 2009
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into the chill of night...
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How subtly she arrives on the wind and full moon
Oh this variety
this continuous and stimulating play

On the senses
the memory...
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And one day fail
For the green of the maples has begun to fade
And the calendars lose control as do bones





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