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A Thing (poem)

Updated on February 26, 2017

Who was this man I’ve seen his face somewhere

Who came to sit beside my father’s bed

He brought with him a thing that quickly spread

And quenched the smell of death that filled the air

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He took his hand and gently stroked his head

And oh what worlds were captured in their stare

It seemed their stream of dreams was flowing there

Throughout their magic not a word was said

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Twas then we saw two young men playing ball

And toasts to boast each others’ wedding day

Such memories these two had come to know

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Then came the words a thing we all recall

They said my friend right here we cannot stay

Such memories these two still haunt me so

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