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16 Up the hill Why should I gazing from my height Dream of things, which no longer are? Yesterday OH! So, so long ago I could drink in your unadulterated freshness The crystal clear waters of your lake Quenched my thirst, cooled my aching head. Your spreading evergreen trees, Full of the laughter of youth The twittering of birds The cool rustling of the winds And the message of the drums Ample Shelter -Will I ever forget that moment When the car grunting up the hill Seized and ceased my peace and quiet? A victim of my own growth! Can I turn back the clock And so re-live my perfection! Am I cursed To dream forever of my hut halfway up the hill? Bewitched into a trance Hallucinating even when awake!! Ottawa, 1978 ...

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