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Feb 2017
not brown grass, not spindle trees
                              nor sloppy suns embrace you,

you sway in a summer hammock,
                              your shape unique,
                              a collection of eyes and glass;

no description ; time has limped to a stop,
                             the hours windless,
                             a girl at quiet under the sky
Written by
Leslie Philibert  63/M/Germany
(63/M/Germany)   
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