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Poetic linings
We need to weave the silvery strands
of poetry that line life's thunder clouds
into a canopy to cover all humanity.
For I fear the storm that I see coming
and that we may not have seen
the worst of it quite yet.
Monday 13th June 2016 9:47 am
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