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The little park planted in memory of a boy
who fell in the war begins 
to resemble him
as he was twenty eight years ago.
Year by year they look more alike.
His old parents come almost daily
to sit on a bench
and look at him.

And every night the memory in the garden
hums like a little motor.
During the day you can't hear it.


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Added: 5 May 2003 | Last Read: 7 Sep 2008 9:59 AM | Viewed: 2438 times

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