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He sits there
in a chair ,
and broods
about the past :
The glorious , happy
carefree days ,
But his young memories
soon exhaust ;
And the endless time,
reluctant to move
bores him :
The overpowering loneliness
of the present
engulfs
and makes him run
to the crowd ,
where in vain ,
he seeks
to drown himself
in the commotion
and small talk,
over endless cups
of iced tea
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Lawrence
15 Aug 1957
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