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She's Gone

Roger Dennie

She's gone

I wait alone
I am alone
like an old car
left to rot and die
in an open field
on an abandoned farm
along the highway
somewhere near Blind River

I miss her
like I miss the old days
when abandoned farms
near Blind River
sang with life
and old rusted relics
glistened in the sun
of yesterday's
happy summers

Summer's gone.

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