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Thursday, 3 October 2013

Sense Of

More than ever, the words are about me
Caught in a search that's fast losing its relativity
It would be good to walk on the moor in solitude
To stroll on the shoreline with a barefoot attitude
Perhaps to learn the art of ungloved hawk control
Then to hand-wash dishes in super-warm soapy water

from 
Elbowed Out - Love of Listening to Michelangelo
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