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About This Poem
ONCE AGAIN
IT’S ALL NOTHING NEW
THE SMELL OF THE DAMP DYING LEAVES
THE VEIL OF THE THICK DENSE FOG
THE SOUND OF THUNDER
THEN DARKNESS
FOLLOWED BY THE LIGHT
ONCE AGAIN
THE SUN RISING
THE BIRDS SINGING WHILE BABIES CRY
THE SMELL OF FLOWERS
AND FRESHLY POURED CONCRETE
ONLY TO BE PUT INTO DARKNESS
FOLLOWED BY THE LIGHT
ONCE AGAIN
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