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Oct 2014
Mother loves, nurtures, feeds & cares,
Father protects - his home he shares.
Sister & brothers we eventually shed in exchange for friends and lovers, dancing together, love, fight, work, we unknowingly guide one another.

Moving swiftly through our lives the dance speeds up an increasing tide.
Driven on beyond our control, fate chooses for us new patterns, new steps, quick steps, slow ..... & like the seasons,
....... those familiar colours, beats, harmonies, for whatever reason,
quietly slip away to begin again a brand new day..... elsewhere.

Just as shiny Pebbles tossed upon an open shore, we sit and await our new  direction, then as if by magic once again our hands are taken as he or she commands our gaze,  they're born fresh faced and ready to rock n' roll - and if were lucky lift us gently from our once murky lonesome hole .
Peashoot
Written by
Peashoot  on the moon
(on the moon)   
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   --- and paper boats
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