a collection of works that may one day end up as a book
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What child, who stands before me now?
Who dares wake me from my dream time? -
Soft the castle wall are slick with fog
A faint light in the tower shone -
A silent wood, live oak and Spanish moss
A bayou rendezvous, he is near, I smell his anger -
Lying hidden at the base of the shadow mountains
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