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Fewer do I see in my periphery

From the swimmingly, staggering blunder

Of those from my old backyard lumber.

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My reliances – all gone!

Their footprints, are gone.

All gone is their strength in number.

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Right or Wrong, I went along,

A holiday taken in Summer.

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Bad or good; would if I could.

Then pick or choose and win or lose.

One must, one might, one should.

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In all too soon I’ll enjoin their slumber;

And reap, again, with their strength in number.

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©Marvin Loyd Welborn 2011

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