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    2017 - 10.09

    The same sounds of summer, comes back once again
    The dance of the spring goes to the festivities
    Which begin anew with a joyful noise.

    Cherish these times, for you will tell your children
    And they will hunger for adventure themselves.
    Speak to the light in their eyes.

    I must watch from the distance, the Poet’s eyes roam
    Recording the events for discussions down the road.
    Better than pictures in a box.

    Hard times require furious dancing my friends
    Stomp on that turf, sing along and be free
    There is always some job to return to.

    (SG2017)

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