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Poetry by Peter D. Orr
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Dismissed The weight of your memory Sails 'round about me First here Then there Among the trees Turning ever so softly In the winds of dispair.
For what cause Or tangled web Of tinted times gone by Whisper these branches?
The crisp Ever familiar Voice of fall Comforts me and I call... Out to you In the near silent Din of rustling twigs, Of leaves. Provoked: But in a sense Dismissed.
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