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Jul 2018
that was the year of chasing butterflies

down yesterday's roads where lopsided iron gates

flung their welcome arms open

brushing the wings of painted ladies


that was the year of chasing sunsets

down yesterday's skies where callous clouds

swallowed the sinking Sun

dripping shadows on the Crimson ladybirds


that was the year of you chasing dreams

down yesterday's fields where glorious green grass

stretched for miles and we were new age pioneers

rolling our wheelchairs across the plains
Harriet Cleve
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Harriet Cleve
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