{untitled 3} Poem by Robert W. McCarthy

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Remembering a time of all seasons
Happiness, easy to show
Questions brought and laid
Making a labryinth the reason
Of markings all in a row
For all come, goodbye they bade
No special reason was bequeathed
One for one, all in relief

Sunday, June 22, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: goodbye,happiness,seasons
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