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Aug 2016
Step over the threshold
And through the front hall
Full of shoes and possibilities.
Come to a kitchen table
Able to shed the cold
And unroll your soul
Against it's worn and warm knots,
Flavoured with cookies and coffee mugs
And echoes of late chats and early plans
and sneak-behind hugs.
Let the love that pools here soak
Into your marrow
Put aside tomorrow
And so launder your heart clean of fear.
Our home is your home,
Come pull up your chair.
With fond memories 1970s.
Enjoying a week away from work in Norfolk, UK. Able to rerun this poem under a blue sky and city free sounds.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  62/M/London, U.K.
(62/M/London, U.K.)   
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   Keith Wilson and Stephan
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