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what a day ah!
the sun making hay-
a sweet little fray!

what a night to come-
old and young!
such fun..!

our hearts are light
and swallow-like
our first bike!

your nice
sometimes!
the prettiest ways..

ii


a countenance
of timeless beauty-
an endless line..

a voice as
stuck with gold
and honey..

great antiquity
i drowse
like the interim

and wait the silent
laws
that are mine alone..

beyond the line
that circles
and looks on..

after life
my spirit will
seek and roam..

until
we
find..