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a long walk , lost in thought.. head down.. ignoring where, why, what and how..
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still editing, still as still.. and silent.
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'tweensecond and second -for rare rapt gifts of self,dusk rises to view smilesneeding to dance a whileo'er those velvet wordssaved safely in our palms..
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Tis strangetis purringly wondrous -how breeze blown gasps of warm aircan dance innocent thoughtsinto toe-tingling abandon..leaving even the calmest of..
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shadows leave footprintsbereft of reasons neitheruttered nor whisperedso that now.. as Summer setsa vacant place at tablewheels turn slow as slowveeri..
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June, 1992 Tuesday,There were us seven Green 'children' plus five friends, old ones - not my age.We'd been on a train for hours, then squashed into a ..
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A little past nine.. a hush of the mantel clock-not a sound sings, even in descanted lullaby,I place warm palm pon my chest, fingers a'fidget.There's ..
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Day wakesopens its eyessighs, smiles, deniesall thoughts of greyDay wakespaints the worldone's favourite colourbecause - it should
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Graphic: Playful clouds: Jody Bruce
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*** A stream of visitors sought to add poem, song or snippet of prose about that one
free gift that has dropped or might 'pon a deserving heart, s..
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