A poem by me, again.
Beyond the sun he waits for me
He calls me in brassy tones of yesteryear
Oh where, my dear, could that voice be?
If only I had ears to hear!
Then I must know for sure
that his call is aimed at me
So I repose myself and ignore his lure.
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