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A TONIC.

I’m like a nodding donkey
when I’m walking
checking where I’m stepping
bent on getting where I’m bound.
Looking up though, now and then,
I light upon attentive eyes
and glances kindle into gazes
mute and mutual in praise
until we pass and vanish
in the melee of the day.
 

◄ CARNATION MILK. (RE-POST)

BATH NIGHT (VERSION). ►

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