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Feb 2017
From the last scribble
To the last scrawl

The last storm which lasts
Beyond the last hope in all

Like a lasting song
Or the last lengthy drawl

Let the artist draw last
What is meant to be drawn
At the first moment... And the last. I will find smiles.
Colm
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Colm
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