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Jan 2016
The fairies break there dances
And leave the printed lawn,
And up from India glances
The silver sail of dawn

The candles burn their sockets
The blinds let through the day,
The young man feels his pockets
And wanders what's to pay

*A.Houseman
Pitch Fable
Written by
Pitch Fable  St. Johns, Cascadia
(St. Johns, Cascadia)   
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