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Sunset Sonnet

A sunset cast its wealth upon the water. I watched the golden treasure being spilled, But wondered, was it glad to be unburdened, Or did it miss the grace of being filled? I’ve been taken and taken and taken, Till there’s nothing left to give From too many years existing Like I don’t have long to live. Now I feel like the perfect stranger, Right at home in the lost and found. It always seems I’m just passing through, But I can’t find my way out of town. As Xenophon learned when he fought at Cunaxa, It's sure to be a long march home.

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