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The Shed

June 9, 2011
By Anonymous

You see this place,

The shed of green

The open arms that let me be

The warmth of a softening breeze.

Why is it now only a memory?

How can something vanish when it was never supposed to leave?

The broken frame

Was set to replace

And left me in such a disgrace.

And now,

The time has come again

The sun is shining brighter

The summer’s children are once again restless with desire

The crickets at night are singing with glee.

But I will not feel the same

I cannot, now that it’s clear to see

That my place did once abandon me.


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