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Jul 26
". . .IT IS NOW THE TIME...THESE BE THE DAYS. . ."

One day blossomed
into another.

Spring was seen
walking in the wood.

Time lay scattered
all around.

Last Tuesday was
a bunch of flowers

wilting in a vase.

Tomorrow remained
to be plucked

as if he grasped the mystery
of the world

in his tiny fist
that now

( this now )

was the only time
that could be.

Life is simple
when one is

3.
Donall Dempsey
Written by
Donall Dempsey  Guildford
(Guildford)   
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