On a quiet stroll
down a leaf-dark lane,
I met a young man,
from the past
who meandered
through the weeks,
well before the shock
of life’s alarm clock
awakened him
to the glare of awareness
and the certainty
that his letters to the North Pole
would never be answered.
John Walter Taylor
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18 March 2025
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