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Norman Goldstein

Lost Eden

I speak of what was lost
Since I came upon this place
Once a garden tendered strong
Now weeds and dry earth did replace
My Eden
Now living only in false myth
This land is filled with a sorry lot
Creature people soulless and forlorn
Grabbing what is offered
In shameless greed
A pathetic mass of lust indeed
I pray a leader arise
And lead us back to pride and place
Again where we tend and water
The growing things
And turn this  awful winter
Into vibrant glowing springs………………..

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