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O the old poetry!
When hard times meant something
and uncertainty was eternal.
Words of wonder from a stirring spirit,
now gospel to yesteryear's testament.
The rain wet pine once burst forth with
the morning dew.
Alas! My memory is always new.
Copyright © Bruce Coates | Year Posted 2021
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