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Aug 2010
With sensuous cords suspended
   between heaven and earth,
   A nylon hammock generously supports
   all,  races, colors and creeds.
  
Guilty pleasures are carefully balanced
   during a rendezvous of
   stolen moments and secret escapes.  

Ideas are born
   in this cocooning nexus, and
   work is accomplished from
   a place of succor and rest.

A gentle  swaying
  calms the mind and
  brings life into balance once more.
Written by
David Lowry
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