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November
4th. They
came chanting And
dancing, Laughing
and hugging Everything
and everyone Within
reach, Kissing
and holding Swooning, Swaying
and singing As
if gently dropped Onto
the beach Of
promise and dreams, Some
stood still, Frozen, Crying
huge tears Like
a dam demolished, Releasing
years and years Generations
and generations Of
wordless weight That
only the weeper Would
ever know.
Stephen
Nesbitt ©
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