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Oct 2018
Poetry old and new--all types
I read and feed on by night or day
verily it grows on my skin-
it's the sunshine, I'm the hay

time the insidious and mindless invader
surely and without warning will put me away
but I'll still write my last line
and unreservedly have my final say.
Written by
Dr Peter Lim  M/Victoria, Australia
(M/Victoria, Australia)   
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