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Apr 2022
Catch it if you can
this ticking of seconds borrowed
from another belonging

They are slighter than most,
slipping through fingers
like pinched grape pips

But the rushed pulp
should someday make
good wine
Dave Robertson
Written by
Dave Robertson  46/M/UK
(46/M/UK)   
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