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Sep 2015
What, where, when, why, who, how,
Kipling's six critical friends,
rippling through my memory cells.
Welling up as willow wisp.

Waiting for a flame to flicker,
crinkling eyes and wrinkling brow,
testing temper, checking time,
scribbling words that do not rhyme.
Written by
Tony Luxton  Runcorn
(Runcorn)   
368
   --- and its gonna make sense
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