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Oct 2018
Once majestic,
the tattered
linen of your
sails sag.

The ripple of
the river is
your poem;

a swirling eddy
the final stanza.
Written by
Hywel Vaughan-Davies  50/M/UK
(50/M/UK)   
104
   LunaLoon
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