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The Hedge

    
He sings within the hedge    
following down the path.    
We both have time to spare    
have set aside a while,   
away from streets      
where time is scarce.    
Few have time or inclination,
none to pause or listen.    
The song he sings unique,  
of all the millions on the earth    
am I the only one to hear    
the haunting tune,      
yet not recall a single phrase?    
The message remains,    
next time (and  that tomorrow)     
I shall wait beside the hedge    
remembering today.
Written by Kexby (john rickell)
Published | Edited 3rd Jan 2019
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