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 Jun 2015 Terry Collett
niamh
Let us write our stories
So that when the sands of our time
Get swept into the eternal sea
We shall remain in the hearts of men
There is another mikeˈlandʒelo
on his back
somewhere in Bow,
painting skies which shine and glow,
I know
because
I've seen him.
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