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The Paper Symphony (Opus 2) Day Dreams

    Sunrise…now, sun set

    People arrived, and went

    Winter’s peppermint evening

    deepens the pine lined lane.

    Ah, happily I am robbed of

    Summer’s warm indulgent days

    Where icy cokes and olden books

    are Paradise Lost again.

    Now birch crackles in the hearth

    I built for sleigh ride day

    and cocoa cups toast tattered tomes

    here in Paradise reborn again.

    Max S