Come sunset...


Come sunset, we hear music down in the town,
comes drifting up our hill on the evening breeze,
the nightly news then, just a mumble in the dark. 
We feel grateful to be reminded that amid all
The dire consequences and imminent threats,
There is still some frolicking fragment of joyous
celebration left in the battered world tonight.



   
   
   
   
   

   
      
   

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