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Desolation
This is your home address, you said
Seems like so many years ago
Now it’s a memory asset
We don’t live there anymore
The lawn has grown a bit too high
No one shall come to sweep the leaves
From the doorstep, and the sky
Hangs down low over the hills
Your flower beds are in decay
No one will care for the tree
The changes came, you went away
Too soon, left no address for me
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Gregory Colodub
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