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Three Times
Three Times
On a thunderous evening
In the still of the storm,
We bounce our baubles of time-passed
Upon tables animated by waved forks,
Dis investing the plates
Of their succulence and garnish.
In the chilly morning, outside
We say again, “Autumn is here”,
Putting away our ideas
Of what the world should become.
We break the earth and rake together
The...
Friday 7th June 2019 11:35 am
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