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Feb 2012
a flicker. The light dances
to a beat no one can hear
then quicker. The flame prances
like a lazy puppeteer
but then, it’s all over
and the dancer takes his bow
his friend, the air rover
drifts greyly into clouds
Rebecca McDade
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