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The short grey-silver hair

Suggests a settled state

This stasis is further amplified

By a simple story

Of a farmer, telling this particular vegetarian, who helps him marshall his runaway cattle, that truly they are all family pets

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Brush

One draught of breeze

In its own slight time

Takes me sideways

Mind-move meander

At the pace of lightning

I will catch up later

In the stillness of dusk

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Handful of Love

Submissively steal

Through the plumped up

Silken clouded sky

Laid on layer

Upon layer

Of happenstance dreams

Rose-hips

Cherubs &

Bounties of plentiful beams

Sumptuous

The unbound fruits

Found by free roving hands

The seductress of youth

Lets all doubts of desire

Or distance be damned

Say what you will

With the quill as your pen

Ten-to-eleven your odds do extend

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Still The Empty Pages

Years, covered in a few nostalgic pages

Time, that passed almost unknowing

Sufficient still

To create a further invitation

There is time enough left

To rough out a few half worn pathways

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Leave

In place of daydreams I retire instead

To my recurring

Past caring obsession

Where roof tiles

Lillie-white roses & gazebo's are absent

Plentiful are the wages that protect my urges

Years of blues sustained

By the unlimited shades of blue

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