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I stepped outside and saw me sitting there. Looking up I ran screaming. I rushed back in and felt me running here Wondering vaguely, why? Then I awoke and blindly saw The light of day and Dark of night as one. I ask, Then I walk up to me And am the answer. |
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| © Sher - April 1968 |
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In the dark recesses of our feeble past the long dead note still tells the passing of Eternity. And in the lonely sorrow of a gentle world the solitude, devoid of meaning, resting, still unheard, grows and becomes the Is. Again the note is heard, and in Eternity a child is born. |
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| © Sher - February 12, 1969 |
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