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Z
Z, is it merely a typo for X,
a phone pushed too hard
or misplaced fingers on qwerty keyboard?
Or does Z mean sleep tight?
Alas I can never sleep as tight
as when I finally hold you in my arms
and wake to sunshine even in a perilous Pennine Autumn.
Sunday 2nd September 2012 10:46 pm
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