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Water
Calm dusky sunlit rest on a bench,Wind caressing my lifted nostrilsCatching Canada’s flowery strength Of spring-spawned golden daffodils Looking at the silence of newborn greenSleeping peacefully near the lakeShifting in comfort with the gentle windPouring over my cares deflated Fish look up at all the joy aroundDarting zig zags, like Brown’s particles.They seem to smile…
What they borrowed in the 60s
Mystery. History.Blistering words from the shepherd’s mouthReadily inters hopes of the interested youth. Awe-strickenLove-drivenBut tradition’s the cur crashing the wedding partyWhere saints soared, and is welcome no more. Mystery’s now history. The altar rail? Rolled out, burnt up or trashed.Baroque over-the-top vestments got rehashedInto lone wolves calling the moonlit heavensReplacing gold-adorned lions glittering in sunny…
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