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Walk Eastside |
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Take yourself
for a short walk
Through yesterday’s yesterday —
Look up the shapes of old faces
Loved along the way to here:
Recall the poignancy of last looks
Of special moments —
Taste the bitter, taste the sweet.
Without them both as kitchen aids
Life would not taste complete.
Look around in those shady corners
For all those ghosts who’ll try to
Tell the elusive tale to you — |
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