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A pupil of sorrow

This frigid air, and laughter

turned upside down.

Suffocates a poets soul –

‘No one else’ he wrote.

But wet lips, not plum rain –

and life still has lessons for me.

For all you have done,

and not the time to be sad.

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A Wandering Poet