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Jul 2016
No others passing near,
deep breaths feed well-being,
freedom to think, to dream,
anarchuc senses in control.

Listening for the least,
making the most, smelling the green,
tasting the earth, watching the shadows
innocently exercise.

The short beat of an instant.
Reluctantlymoving on.
Written by
Tony Luxton  Runcorn
(Runcorn)   
408
   --- and Keith Wilson
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