Somewhere in a bar we sat playful and demure, dreams pink mink coats and pergola garden moonflower…
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Sprinkling down side edge of mug, white droplets crystal twunkle in morning sun…
Tell me your secret voice of the past you who have lived and died on these pages…
Stumbling through summer morning with some heavy bumble…
Wouldn’t you like it all to rhyme…
What an old house it was!
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