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Our first encounter was in the mist of the night A glance from you and then gone from sight You weren't interested enough to bother, Maybe, just maybe, you had another. A few years gone, it was getting late, To see you again, this must have been fate, Looking my way, you nodded hello As time had passed, you seemed to mellow The years had not been kind to you, You had greyed, and walked with a limp, too What was your story, a mystery unfolded If I had asked, would you have told it? You knew exactly what I had thought You spoke one word, yet could have said more, I understood, your only word was, 'War'. Lyn August 8, 2002 © |
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