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Posted By:demmy morales

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2008-06-01 22:56:58
Upon this bench I sit and wait / And as the people pass me by / Some of them do speak to me / Some look the other way / Yet here the grass shall always grow / Beneath my tired and aching feet / A friendly place I call my own / Where I so often rest. – from “A View From The Park Bench” by Andrew Blakemore