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Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Lost sock

I have just lost a poem
somewhere, in my thoughts.

it was short, but promising.
faint, like a dream.

poignant with a dash of acid
I lost it behind that faint mauve line of hills

my mind is like an odd sock drawer
this one will have to do








early 2000, Congresbury

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