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Poplar Pathway

Struggling to recall grandchildren's names,
you stammer in frustration,
stars of your mind grew faint,
in funereal shades of gray and black
fading void,
precious shards of memory,
cannot be retrieved ~
yet, a beloved dog of childhood,
running with a loll tongue,
happily heads towards you,
as you dream, you call
his name, "Charlie,"
you embrace him,
he licks your face,
then, with him,
you walk as a youth on
such a pastoral,
peaceful pathway
bordered by poplars. 

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