Perfect As Dusk
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Barry Middleton
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dusk brings a memory
the smell of burning sawdust
the whistle of the lumber mill
at five o'clock
sensation and a golden sunset
mix with pain and loss
and I hear the doppler fade
of a train screaming past
grieving a long lost love
a brown skinned girl
pins a cotton blossom
into her raven hair
farm hands are heading home
and a church bell rings
something is lost there
something never found again
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