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Forgotten
early dawn
five of you arrive
bringing
gifts
wrapped, closed
i did not open them
you left
and then the gifts are gone
i want to remember
them again
but it is a waste of time
opportunity
knocks only once
i am getting older
and what i always remember
is regret.
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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