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Letters Unwritten

The old man's hands are shaking as he places the tattered paper on his table. Taking the pen he tries to lay down his words of regret to his children and grandchildren. The yellow light from the old lamp reflects on the tears dripping on the paper. He lays down the pen and tells himself he'll try again some other day. The Old Scribe Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Craig Cornish 6/22/20

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Date: 6/23/2020 12:39:00 PM
Sad verse, hopefully he'll get to write those letters before it's too late. Tom
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Timothy Mcguire
Date: 6/23/2020 4:11:00 PM
I hope so. This really a metaphor for everyone to remember life is fragile thing and we need to hole our friends and loves close.
Date: 6/22/2020 6:01:00 PM
Ah, deeply poignant. The kind of missive that makes the reader hold her breath.
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Timothy Mcguire
Date: 6/22/2020 7:02:00 PM
Thank you Caren!

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