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Sheila Craig Feb 2014
through flood washed pebbles
you also drift
acorn in a stream
Sheila Craig Feb 2014
three oaks
gnarled limbs flip wildly in the gale
aged belly dancers in a row
Sheila Craig Feb 2014
night long gales
endless road trains roaring
through the dark
Sheila Craig Feb 2014
what if your keyring
was all you left behind
swinging in the lock

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