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Every cloud

Our promise of a

red moon rising,

eclipsed by clouds,

we opened

a bottle of wine

and observed

the kitchen spotlights

through half-full,

rose-tinted glasses.

◄ Femme Fatale

I took my chest of drawers to Mull ►

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Cate Greenlees

Sun 19th Jun 2011 19:43

I really liked this Dave, a change from your performance humorous ones but effective in a simple way.
Cate xx

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Laura Taylor

Fri 17th Jun 2011 13:52

ha - did this spring from the undewhelming lunar eclipse tother night? We sat watching through our own rose-tinted glasses. Saw bloody nowt!

Red moon rising - lovely line

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Thu 16th Jun 2011 22:09

yeah the trouble with silver linings is, there's always a cloud...

I like this, Dave. cheers.

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