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Oct 2016
Clasp your hands behind your back,
Count to fifteen slowly.
Close your eyes and form a wish,
Kiss the air and show me.

Pass my tools, a block of stone,
A glass of wine, and time alone.
Some silk to lay a newborn dove:
Your masterpiece is ready, love.
Andrew Lees
Written by
Andrew Lees  Adelaide
(Adelaide)   
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