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A POEM FOR A STRANGER

Low lit bars with
strangers who are
Like the ships that
Have passed in the
Sea's fearful wave

They came and gave
But little was
Saved for friendship

Destined for a
Safe harbor they
Cruise the row bars
And the bruises
Obtained do not
Remain but by
Far they are gone
With the dawning
Of a new day

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