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What good did Latin do for me?Amo, amas, the love verb learned.We'd practice tenses frequentlywhen I was thirteen, schooled in rules.Ad nauseam for si..
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Without a doubt she is to mea source of all that's light and bright,so when she filters through the veilwhich separates our distant worlds,I welcome h..
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(Extensive views across the City of London from the top of Primrose Hill)
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(snapshot 1962)
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(a watercolour painting by a great uncle, stirs up some emotion)
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Bindweed trumpets in their glorytell a story of when I,gazed on pale and fragile petalsunderneath an east coast sky.I was six and from the city,pretty..
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This claustrophobic, clinging heatwhere air is humid, spiced with dust,has found me in an avid lust.My mind is fixed on fluid thingsof rivers, brooks ..
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(playing with words)
Thank you Margie (barleygirl) for your inspiration
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(playing with words)
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No human form casts shadowsacross the stillnessas Windsor sleepsWeeping willow silhouettesgraceful and fluidin day timeA young girl's crowning gloryte..
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