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ABSENT Like one hand clapping, or night owls napping. A whistle with no pea, or a buzz without a bee. Like a city with no crowd, or a snore that isn’t loud. A wind which cannot sigh, or a storm without an eye. When bread doesn’t rise, Or there’s no fruit for pies. Like an orchestra for one, or a song that's never sung. Like a story with no plot, or a gift without a thought. A life abruptly taken, in a country so forsaken. by Edlynn Nau © March 20, 2020

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Date: 9/18/2020 6:40:00 AM
I agree with Gershon superbly penned. Truth and reality in this fine poem. Excellent flow,imagery and vibes. A fine lyrical piece.. God bless...
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Edlynn Nau
Date: 9/18/2020 9:36:00 AM
Thank you! Looks like this monster will be with us for awhile. Hope we are all around to still be writing.
Date: 3/31/2020 7:15:00 PM
Superbly penned, Edlynn! Searing analogies. Resonant. Bravo, Gershon
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Edlynn Nau
Date: 4/1/2020 1:15:00 AM
Oh thank you so much. I was beginning to think I had missed the target completely. So your very kind words helped encourage that it might indeed speak to our dilemma. I was hoping I could do it in such a way that we’d all identify with something. Thank you again Gershon for giving this a read.

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