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Written Sitting On The Front Lawn Of Lambda Chi Alpha In 2012
To have lived from the sensuous eye
Whose sight reflects all the seen that's not,
Enchanted by gates of which thy heart abides
Life's howling western winds -- stop not!
Foreign familiar faces that once awoke
Stirred inner paths embarked upon
Before, yet the same on looking road,
Built on memories so dearly held to bone --
Oh Time! Thou careless roaming tyrant,
Puppet master, up pulling Night from Day
My fountain of youth I see retiring!
Past I's thou mouldest and hath Shaped.
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