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Sunday, February 3, 2019
Four-Year-Old Old World Ephemeral*
The sense you wish
You could convey but can’t
Remains full of aromas
Of a too brief childhood spent
Amidst ancient ineffable odors
Too soon whisked away.
*US passport issued June 8, 1948,
Patras, Greece.
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