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The park is where you go when you need space. It is not pretty, not well kept. Benches are broken and sawn off. Yet things happen. Under the planetrees, children play, lovers quarrel, sailors smoke, men play bocci. Trysts, mishaps, crises, illuminations take place. It is sunny or gray, quiet or noise-filled. In the park is a presence. Sit a while and it fills you. When you get up, you are different.” – David Other Poetry-Collections of Poems Books 1997 – Search for Inner-Peace 1999 – Somewhere in the Telling 2000 – From My Desk at Skips Place
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