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a
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page.
Reflection: This is a reflective-themed poem in which the contemplator recalls a forgotten someone who inspired or really meant something to him or her in the distant past when things were not so good. I wrote much of this poem fairly quickly while walking the beach at night in New Smyrna. This poem only took a few minutes of rewrites to finalize. It pretty much wrote itself.