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The park in which we always played,
Seems more beautiful since it was laid
With heated pipes and fresh green grass
On which the priest would now say mass.
The park now stretched across the street
Down to the lake where lovers meet.
The sun at my back warms me to the core
I heard the distant golfers shouting "fore"
A little girl sitting astride the life-size lion
Leaned forward as a motorcyclist on the pillion.
The senior citizens in their accustomed places
Watched the sail boats and pulled funny faces.
I walk in peace, beautiful peace
The wind gently ruffling my fleece.
On an evening that's neither Spring nor Winter
I head downhill to the harbour.
I see the boats all tied up fast
And wondered, which one was last
To anchor in this safe place
Floating with alacrity and grace.
As I walked, the stillness of the night
Was broken by a scream of fright.
A young man who was out this late
Returning from his very first date.
He screamed again, this time with passion
Thinking I was some sort of apparition.
I continued walking
And heard people talking,
But felt that silence on a night like this
Defines for me the phrase, "sheer bliss."
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