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Jun 2017
Phantom thoughts slip through my mind, Like silken wraiths they writhe
Mercurial to intervene, tangentially to scythe,
What may be now is thought to not, if indeed, perhaps
The radically converse occurs to cause abrupt relapse.
Convolutions open up to percolate abreast
Rendering confusions to confusion, I attest
…And in dampening creativity, thus supressing all I love,
I’ve determined to forgo the **** & blithely pray to He above!

M.
1 June 2017
Marshal Gebbie
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Marshal Gebbie  78/M/"Foxglove",Taranaki, NZ
(78/M/"Foxglove",Taranaki, NZ)   
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