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Strawberry pink confections tease
From chintzy china plates where easy,
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The concrete, here and now
Is garbed in pigments scattered only yesterday,
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Nana Kate knew hardship of the gnawing kind,
Brothers blown to smithereens on foreign beaches, then
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Beyond the harbour wall there stands an edifice,
Featureless, erect and grey as the skies that glower down.
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Is there far to go now?
The road has been long and
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At Steep Hill Cove in fading light,
We gathered driftwood for the night's illumination,
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I think I see you Mr,
Sparkling for the crowd,
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Attuning languorously lidded azure
Windows, anticipating morning's pleasure.
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On craggy shoreline every night,
Appears yon lady pale,
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As if illuminated from within
Her flesh succumbs to alchemy
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Limitless connections spark,
Cosmic journeys meet and part
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Strands of day's reflection play on limpid pools,
Wriggling peachy light-snakes,
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Lately the sea that buoyed me up
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Eyes peeled for lobster pots,
why do they have to put them so near the harbour entrance?
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Borne aloft I know
The Way Elemental,
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Charmed, bewitched and mesmerized
By the beauty of your eyes,
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Ripples are just what they are, / Caused, being, here and gone. / Wind-teased grains, sculpted for a moment / Then dispersed, making way fo
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Protesting squeak of fenders squeezed against her hull,
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A skipper just out for a sail, / Met a mermaid who'd broken her tail, / And although it was bended / He soon had it mended- / She thought h
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Scratching, / Almost imperceptable / But there.
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Solitary soul whose pain is worn inside
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Perfection incomplete.
Still standing but not standing still,
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In a clearing, caressed by dappled shade
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THIS and THAT are friends,
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Come with me, now while the quickening lasts
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I came across a photograph,
My father deeply tanned, grinning and handsome
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When a Moose is on the loose, Every mouse about the house,
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When years have lost their youthful passion I hope you'll hold me closer still
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We breath her air And pollute it,
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You slipped into my knowing while I slumbered on, And there you were as if you'd always been
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Scant remains lie uncovered,
The mud their final resting place,
by random waves
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on Jan 4 1:14 PM 2007
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Across the table, laden for celebration You sit, with glass in hand.
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This Christmas I have shelter, br
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