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(A poem I wrote at age 18)
In the distance, so very far deep,
Forever’s a part of our throne.
Given this scene of sunshine,
Beauty holds all warmth known.
Of Cypress and Cedar, we keep,
The adjacent streets we’ve grown,
Memories of which we dine,
With no weakness ever shown.
Time flies, paths grow steep,
But the sword abides stone.
And miles of highway line,
Come not between my soul’s own.