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Post by Don Schaeffer on May 14, 2012 10:06:28 GMT -5
As I get closer to dottering, I put on Bach
and the music reaches out through the centuries saying,
we are here for you, we are your neighbors,
in spite of the early death, and the cold impoverished
winters, wars, rights of kings, conquest.
My neighbors with their smiles suppress their hates.
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