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Aug 2018
PLAYING ABOUT IN ITS DREAMS

The snow stormed

ran around
the night

like an ill-tempered
child

and as suddenly
fell asleep

in mid tantrum.

We woke in the morning
& found it still

sleeping softly
curled around the house.

We tried not too
wake it

as we tiptoed out

leaving footprints all over its mind

and played about
in its dreams.
Donall Dempsey
Written by
Donall Dempsey  Guildford
(Guildford)   
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   Keith Wilson
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