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Love In Canada

Submitted by lovedly on Fri, 2020-06-19 12:26

THIS IS MY PLACE HERE
in Time's tunnels
my steps one can trace

I love Canada
and
so do you

A heavenly place where all congregate
beneath the QUEEN OF MIST
and her lips

2.THIS happens in the back yard of my Garden in Canada
EDEN is no where
when apples dangle
and love over spills
in abundance
but all gradually
@ 85 you are still as young
as young one can be

all know by now
only mentally

Style / type: 
Free verse
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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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Editing - rough draft
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Not Explicit Content

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Geezer

Fri, 2020-06-19 13:14

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as old as we let ourselves be. The human experience is not an age of years, but the youth of the mind. Yours shines like a light in the night. ~ Geez.
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lovedly

Fri, 2020-06-19 13:57

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@80
young as I may still be mentally
phsically let none speak lol gee

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Gracy

Fri, 2020-06-19 22:08

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Lovely poem and so true. I wish I'd visited Canada, I was in W.S. and could have crossed the border, but we didn't and I've always regretted it.
Your poem overflows with love of your country. So congrats @85 and keep going, your poetry brims with youth.

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lovedly

Sat, 2020-06-20 00:45

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the guy who wrote to me was @85 I am still young @ about nearing 81 only .
Youth flies like do butterflies
we are as young as we feel mentally
after @ mostly guys do @45 plus minus
Some last smilingly
and imagination balances them gradually
till time comes for many
now a days @ 94 plus minus
do you expect to see then aging
sans all this poet lovedly
Ah bless me

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