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wrongs . . .
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night
long . . .
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moved . . .
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moved . . .
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–
–
–
I
almost
knew . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
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I
.
.
almost
knew . . .
–
–
–
.
.
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just
what
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t
o
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do.
Reflection: This was a romantic-themed poem I wrote back in April of 2020 where the contemplator looks back on the short-lived magic of young but awkward romances experienced in the days of youth – and ponders whether anything as wondrous might ever be experienced again. I played the excellent song “Strange Magic” by E.L.O. in the background to create the “moodset” for the poem. If you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.