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Nov 30, 2007 07:17

Walking up the hill today
My mind miserable in other times:
Lamenting the past,
Fearing the future,
(Forgetting the present,)
I drag my feet until it is
Time to cross Broadway Avenue.
I always look both ways,
First right,
Then left.
Then:
Oh!
The sunrise!

poetry

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