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All around the Earth benches in an array of style situation.
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I am a bench
no more
no less
a place to sit
discuss
or rest.
I could
if I would
tell of many tales
things obnoxious
as well as frail
things that could
destroy an empire
as the kiss and the cuddle
and the aged old man
the one whom
never came again.
That is a benches life
be here
observe and watch
as things pass by,
summers
autumn
winter
spring
here I shall be
till you come again.
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PAPABEARS PUBLISHING
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