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Rebound slow through dark light,
Passage hemmed by passing sorrow.
Wee Poets trying to sound echo,
Cursing loneliness;
Like heart rarely found,
Too often abandoned,
By surgeries of the moment.
(copyright.Lawrance George Lux,2002)
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