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Nov 2015
You were my beginning.
My first of all firsts.
The totem pole
on which my life
was carved.
The original altar
on which
I worshipped.
The only altar.
How do I begin
when my beginning
is finished.
niamh
Written by
niamh  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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