Sunday, 24 May 2009

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Fat old smile beyond our comprehension

A cone full of chocolate hash

A motherland with the utmost bounty

She blows back our hair

Recitals of verses from our young minds

A trio of dreamers, us three

‘hey hey, cripple creek ferry’

Imported delights with a hefty tag

A second visit yet a different world

Echoes of a past, akin to a morning bell

A blue wonder of workmanship

This one takes work

Happiness comes wrapped up in batter

The best part of the day?

Contact where it is not seen

By a mind from what is like a dream

So many smiles, from faces marking my youth

Orchestral moments dealing in existence

The nature of that beast we call time

I don’t have the answer but

Happiness comes wrapped up in banter

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