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Peek-ah-boo

In the deep-blue chill of morning
Along the shallow bays of time
Came the Spirit of the Yesterday
With its haunting, melancholy, rhyme.
 
It flows upon Remembrance Shore
Sometimes leaving a stain of pain
Then off it flies, playing Peek-ah-boo,
All along Memory’s Lane.
 
And as the sun for today shall rise
Shadows are cast on what is to come.
They too— play Peek-ah-boo
Until this day is done.
 
 
D. Thurmond / JEFalcon
03-06-2018

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