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Summer’s Love in Winter
High Summer’s here with strong green growth today, But even as we harvest now, we know She never has and never will she stay; She’ll step aside for Fall and Winter’s snow. So we gather sweetness, lushness, all That we … Continue reading
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Bon Anniversaire!
On this day but thirty years ago, You woke my body from an anxious trance, Your touch a revelation, sudden sun, The music to which I’d forever dance. Tne prison made of sorrow and of fear Remained a little while … Continue reading
