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The garden moves 

In the silent ,

Nigh ,still .midnight

Passed

My father laid this concrete

Where the grass 

Caressed my feet .

Cigarete smoke

Twirls,fades 

The smell

As these memories

lingering remains 
As evident as this hard earth beneath my feet .

Oh how I long for the grass 

To caress my feet 

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