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Jun 2014
We had to camp out in the woods
my deputy and I, on duty
at the last Town Music Festival
and as we lay down
I said to my deputy:
"Deputy, tell me what you see"

And my deputy described the stars
and the moon and the heavens
with infectious passion and poetic intensity;
and the deputy spoke with feeling
of soaring heights and sublime elation -
and then with a triumphant air
he turned to me: "Now it's your turn,
Sheriff - tell me what you see"

And I said: *"Someone,Β deputy,
has stolen our tent..."
3rd poem in my series of poems on ******, detectives, crime, and such...
Raj Arumugam
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Raj Arumugam  Australia
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