In Central Park there is a memorial. It’s called Imagine and is for a very special man named John. He lived a long time ago. And played a guitar. He sang…
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And at this memorial I met a boy. We only glanced at each other, but I felt he was contributing something beautiful to the world. His song was wispy but strong.…
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It’s the trees that capture you- cut out against light and sky. Yellow sky, blue sky, purple. The trees adorn it like lace.…