Summer 2017
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Peter S. Quinn
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nothing's new
all is same
thinking about you
without a name
dreams traveling
on to their going
stills marveling
in their showing
going just on
finding my way
steps I've done
into this day
now at night
from the evening
timeless flight
further steps bringing
you and I
all we remember
few steps and try
until September
fine as it is
bountiful autumn
into its bliss
withering blossom
nothing is new
only tomorrow
coming here through
pleasures and sorrow
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