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The Siren Call



How could one hear "the Old World"
and not want to explore it?

How could one hear "tomorrow"
and not want to go there?

Everything I heard called me,
and I was born listening.

All poems are written and copyrighted by Michael C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.