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			 In the park... 
			  The flowers come to bloom... 
			  The waves tumbled onto the beach 
			  The birds took flight... 
			  And a squirrel ran up a tree.  
			This I saw.. and much more.  
			The children laughed and played. 
			  People met and talked. 
			The sky was blue and the sun was warm. 
			She came before me... 
			  And for a brief moment our eyes met. 
			  And she passed on by. 
			An hour later... 
			  She passed on by again... stopped 
			  And asked me for directions. 
			An hour later... 
			  I gave her this poem. 
			  And a tear came to her eye, 
			  Which brought one to mine. 
			And I saw, that she too - bloomed.  
			   
			
		
			  
					
			
			   
				 
				  Timothy E. Stevenson   June 27,1997 ©   
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