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Monday, 15 September 2025

Love

All the strains to chains of loss

You remain

The sane refrain, at such a cost


Only ten thousand hours or more

Incredible

To conjure up such a score


Of dark nights, comedies, and tragedies

The poetry, the music

The fall of past civilisations


When all that I had to say

In near or far history

Seven stories; and all of them of love