Generation gap
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Poem:		41997
in those distant folds across the shore; a young tall tree... not alone... ached in silence. burdened with age, withered by a thousand autumns; the old companion, bends closely and laments- 'THE SILENCE FREEZES !!! 'THE SOLITUDE STINGS !!! speakest thou before we part... the days are too short. o father! i grew out of nothing; came the sad whispering reply, days follow days- the rolling stream of hours; crumbles the bank of being. and we, under a fantasy of blue hopes; tried to live... tried to ,love.. and yet! behold !! something is frozen, try to keep it warm; make it alive...
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