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a gentleness - yet wild at timeswhen you come passing nearthe days shine bright, the sunis clear, your voice is soft an' deara boyish charm, a whistli..
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the advent of an extra hour's airscented of damp delightnowsingsa ballad of torrentsfallen -bugwise: worming down through themost intricate oflast wee..
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Perhaps ..who knows - lack of sleep awakens crazed notions:'it's not really happening; 'can't be, surely not?''Must be going mad, the cage door's lock..
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streams meet 'cross a lineshadows melding memoriesas beveled glass weepsflowerless petalscenturies past - sweet scentedroots lie bare in chalksynonyms..
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We gazed, smiling..thrilling at stony shore theatricalhumming adagio, stroking andante -ivory movements over waves indifferentdrifting towards the hor..
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High 'upon cliff top -waves reach out, spiteful air strikes cheek -gasping, grasping attention distant chapeldecades precious - historyheld in the wa..
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The wood-encased clock tick-tickedharum scarumthrough time -a starving bee or -on second thoughtsas mysterious as dearaunt Annie's old,much cherishedO..
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.. been wondering if words have nightmares..dotheydream of restless reveries dozing alonebeforereturningto the acidic light of -see you a'distant? -a ..
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coffee sipped.. digestive dipped,the night starts with aninhale.. swallow.. pause one, two..because that's how it isfrom the sanctity of a warm house ..
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for Pat -
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