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"The Old Swing Hammock" (by Joe DiMino)

The old swing hammock,
A bit frayed--
But so am I--
And with this in common
As well as other contour ways
We compliment one another,
Sink deeply
Continuing to form
To our liking;

What I don't feel
I remember for comfort;
Recall the pain-free dozing,
The visions of travel and conquering;
Content to just dream now
From my backyard;
Going no further than my books
And music--
Closest to the furthest I have ever been
In life;
Awakening into eternity….

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