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Oct 25
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in the night i thought
a line which became quickly
a dot which was nothing


which became an egg into
tommy the cat and the sky
a moment caught like tin

in the cosmic light..so..
there the crane
before the sea

and the little boats..
just the same then
as yesterday..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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