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With Words Untold
I always felt,
when it was time to die
The Muse would know,
before you or I
The hours borrowed,
the moments loaned
Return to feelings,
and verse unflown
And with eyes never clearer,
or heart so bold
I will make my exit,
—with words untold
(In The Car On The Schuylkill Expressway: February, 2016)
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