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Tuesday 16 January 2018
TREASURES
It's that time again
the time of falling leaves
and among them lie those dreams
that still brokenly breathe
hidden from the sky
in clouds of scented pine
with scuffed and tattered fringes
but still preciously mine!
MS
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