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Rich: Part 1 - Us
Us so happened to pass me by,
Down the street a youngster's cry.
I chuckled at how they were Us and not,
There the past created a smile I sought.
Remember when we were just like that?
A skip, the ball, our sandals flat?
Summer gifting winter, all endless adventure,
I'd always thought that we'd be together.
Though The Ages pass, I always ask why--
For I was not there to say goodbye.
Copyright ©
Richard H. Dunsany
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