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 Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.


A place


I need a place to hide away

and once again learn to play

my mind has battled far too long

I need a place of morning song.

Where hills and valleys roll away

a place of calm to spend my day

then sleep beneath a million stars

and hope the morrow will never be far.


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