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"Sitting On A Hillside" (by Joe DiMino) Sitting on a hillside Warmed by blossoms (The moon my sun), Deep in Evening Primrose Perennials blooming Even in shade As with life, now nearer death I remain your loving slave Unlike those walking contrasts Moving hoards of corpse Always fearing the heartfelt While in life, never Outside the grave; Not a moment do I regret Having lived for love And the all to love We selflessly gave Leave a comment