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The Circle Closes

Happy endings, the folly of youth The aged alone to portend Distance a comfort, expiration afar Reality mostly pretend Death as a concept, corpse underground As different as night is to day Two ends of the spectrum, inextricably linked By time —ever holding its sway (Rosemont College: October, 2020)

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