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a brief amalgam
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In the early hours, about three, heard mad bang~bang~banging outdoors. Plus, wind howling through the loft, dogs barking. Was much like a crazed crash..
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Hope
dancesher memoriesin
the shadowsof
your carousel ..
carousel
her more,more
her aroundnever
ending,arounding,surrounding her mind ..
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an old beloved wouldn't hurt a fly ...
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still sorting old posts because the muse has lost its way..
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a moan and a groan, long since written, amended, misguided - and more..
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dimmed the light,veiled the sunreeds dam two tributariesto merely one..roots grow deep,stems spring highblooms flower in timetil it's time to die..mem..
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a crisp Friday cuss after waking too early for now but too late for then .. a pickled puzzlement for toasted fruity tea.cake and sweet strong Java
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I rolled, you rolled, we all rolleddown and down and down the hillno brakes, no ropes, no suggestionwe'd live to tell the tale butwe did, and noisily ..
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An ancient scribble but had a fictional face-lift.. unlike me who probably needs one!
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