Poetry

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Park bench was taken away today,some say for repair,won't be in
the usual place,there is just now a vacant space;perhaps a leg
needs looking at,of course its old that says a lot,often strolled
along its strong seat i sat upon,although it could not say a word,
to me silence is the way it be,sited next to an old oak tree,
and though it saw rain,snow,and stormy weather,plenty of people it
would greet,hope they bring it back real soon and not transfer it
up to the moon,no trees up there just sandy dune,with repaired
leg,or maybe back,when weather's fine will rest awhile,when park
bench is back,a happy day,i will pray.
Joe.

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