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Aug 2019
Google hasn't helped
Sysygy
is still
quite a mystery to me
Although I've tried and tried
to understand
the meaning keeps on slipping
through the fingers
of my hands

I find
the glass is misty
in my mind
I would pay
in coins of gold
if I could make some sense
of it
and in a lilt
free my self from
intellectual innocence
Sean Hunt
Written by
Sean Hunt  Windermere, Cumbria
(Windermere, Cumbria)   
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