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Base pain, my loves companion.
Torn hearts, on which to dwell.
If not for love lamented,
I'd have no tale to tell.
A search for life's contentment.
Exploring grief and joy.
The wonders of God's nature.
The time I was a boy.
I'll write them all once over,
Such things as may be said.
And hope they'll be as joyful,
As anything you've read.
But if you find them boring,
Or not your cup of tea.
Remember it's my story,
However it would be.
So take some time to linger.
A moment of each day.
It's just for your enjoyment,
I wrote my life this way.
Because this is a special poem which reflects my life and my
poetry it has earned a special place in my own Hall Of Fame .
GREENWOLFE 1962
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