I have rested on your bench so many times:
faced the blind sun;
dreamt of poor rhymes;
but never really thanked you,
or those you left behind –
who really miss you still – for being quite so kind
as to leave this limping poet a handy place to sit,
when halfway round his walk,
to rest a bit… –
So thank you, Dan Diamonds:
a shining soul so worthy of such name;
I am glad for your memory; and happy that you came.
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