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Dec 2011
Falling freely into cascading commotion
Sound and scent engulf emotion
[Not everything is as important as it seems]

Cars creaking find their way to houses heaving
Daily doldrums of amorous ambition
[Not even love guiding can prevent loneliness]

Streaming spouts leave rusty rings
Shoes worn short between dreamless dozing
[Not entirely awake are you?]

[Not every day do bluebirds come]
            [Not every day do miracles come]
                        [Not every day does vision come]
This one owes its title to The Doors' "The End".
Liz Anne
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