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May 26
STORYTELLER SPINS HIS TALE

the trees take
to the sky

great flocks of them
heading south

flying in a V formation
across a moon

the birds standing still
a forest of wings

a plantation of
song

when the mind is
twisted so

it's hard to tell
the woulds from the could bes

IΒ Β fall asleep
curled up in my uncle's lap

the magic of his words
winking like one cobweb to another

caught in
an early morning dew.
Donall Dempsey
Written by
Donall Dempsey  Guildford
(Guildford)   
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     caroline kealler, Ayesha and Isabine
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