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| The Friend |
| There is the fact I am alone. A great and current singularity that causes me to dwell on correspondence with alacrity, that I may find a single source to focus my eccentricities. This is only the one to which I had fallen, not of staid appearance but of a complex curiosity and dim secrets, live personality that held me to the flame. I shall burnish the handle and press only lightly, for the givens are fragile temporary. What I covet, bring the store beyond the temporary lights and fold in the dreams. Laughter walks bright strides across the sense of fading denied and sings a merry song. Let there be the walks on the street of declarations and a fast hold to the nature of relationship. Farewell is the meter to which I cannot dance, but pull the reigns of friendship, believe there is some alchemy to shine bits of gold in the fields and find me rich in the holding. � 2000 DPMcClellan |
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