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An Admirer of Nature I used to be
An admirer of nature, I used to be
‘til a storm felled my favorite tree
Ever-optimistic, my always thoughts
‘til in my first real war I fought
Laid-back and leisurely, I once dined
‘til worn down by the workaday grind
Always thrilled to the sight of flowers
‘til I lived in a windowless tower
The world chews us up and spits us out
Heaven’s surely better, I have no doubt
Copyright ©
Gershon Wolf
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