October 25, 2005 = The Summons

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playing with deer,

in the calm forest,

without a care,

lest even much worry,

life lived,

in a care-less way,

so pure and complete,

holy and bare,

content you be,

in this surreal air,

alas tis not to be,

as life really isn’t fair,

thou had been summoned,

to the highest offices,

snatched away from your prime,

away from bliss,

perhaps to a higher one,

nevertheless sad,

thine leaving hast left,

wounds in many a heart,

but life goes on,

as thou hast answered,

the summons.

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