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Around Three
I used to see a boy and a girl
Down by the driveway gate,
When we first moved onto the
Street across from the ocean,
Sometimes late at night,
Other times early morning,
Always near the mailbox
Holding hands,
I haven’t seen them lately,
Everyone thought I was nuts,
But then we all never see
All that’s happening do we?
There was nothing eerie about
It, the place is magical, peaceful,
Perhaps that’s why words and
Lines fall from the trees and
A mystic lady visits many
Nights always around three.
Stephen Nesbitt © . |
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