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May 2016
A patch of sunlight
like a slow spotlight
searches the table-top
for stuff to browse.

It warms my clenched hand,
cold-blooded creature,
charms my temper's inner,
all too selfish strand.
Written by
Tony Luxton  Runcorn
(Runcorn)   
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