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Oct 2016
Is time a rugged sailor?
There was a dream
I cannot sense the truth of
cannot remember what occurred
within it, cannot say
what is occurring now as I do not know
I see the pen in my hand and see the words
emerge upon the paper
and wonder what is mine to know.
Written by
Lynn-Marie Harper  London
(London)   
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