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Dec 2016
I made my breakfast - Drank my tea
And visited the woods
The spirits came out to meet me
Trespasser in their neighbourhood

They are most mischievous
Purveyors of divinest fun
You feel for having felt them
That you've been touched by Sun

Dwelling beyond my senses
Living imperceptibly
They lure me with their music
That knells out heavenly
Megan Sherman
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