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Sep 2014
Puffs of thistledown
floating in the air.

Lovely lady
dark blue plums
and the tracery of lace.

'Toot' says a trumpet
to the cry from a clarinet.

Tinkling piano notes
lilting, rippling, fleeting

Bows, strings and violins.

Echoes of yesterday
fading into grey.
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