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"Sitting On A Hillside" (by Joe DiMino)

Sitting on a hillside
Warmed by blossoms
(The moon my sun),
Deep in Evening Primrose—
Perennials blooming
Even in shade—
As with life, now nearer death
I remain your loving slave—

Unlike those walking contrasts
Moving hoards of corpse
Always fearing the heartfelt
While in life, never
Outside the grave;

Not a moment do I regret
Having lived for love
And the all to love
We selflessly gave

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