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listen to the server, who
clasping the teapot,
tells us revelations
of those who live, who divorce
and warm the ***.
new colours.

the bird landed gently

hardly there
stood steady in wonder
watched the dark bleed
across the sky

watch birds scatter
we thought about the things he
said about the tea plantations
in india
he does a big trip somewhere each each year
except last year and probably this year too
rain comes here in waves
reflecting feelings
sometimes i can smell the sea
though some miles from the shore
moving out into the landscape
differing thoughts with exercise
added


on hearing rain early
delay the start of it
from the archive.

google when back at home, read about
people, and know we may after all
be twins.
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