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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.
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