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auldlangsyne

the new year comes in
as the old goes out
and I spend my time
alone
as often is
my soul
alone
thankful for the silence
ungrateful for the heart
the heart is the one who feels
the silence
happy new year
to all
is on every channel
'cept my heart
cause I shut it off
should old acquaintancess
be forgotten
and days of auld lang syne




the rustic gates
Information about the first Illusionist!
the definition of illusionism
the evolution of my poetry
a scroll of poem titles
naviation of non-illusionistic sites
a scroll of entertainment of a illusionistic nature
A poem by a modest friend