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Thu, 24.09.2009

TO A PAL by A. V. Hall.

I placed a flower on your grave today.
I knew you were not there—
but far away
A fleecy white cloud floated
Blotting out a million miles of mystery and blue.
Perhaps in future years–
beyond the sun–
I’ll stroll the Great White Way—
my task all done.
Perhaps I’ll see you in the passing
throng.
I’ll call your name—
And we’ll be pals anew….

AVH, 1955

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