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Ben was a young neighbour of mine, just before he took his life he was happy and we discussed poetry.
Weeks later whilst sitting at the country music festival the first line burst into my head. 

Birds and butterflies float around trees,
Someone's soul left still waiting for breeze,
Only the lonely dwell.
Family and friends mus talk and tell. 

Colin  - April 2011

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