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MY OLD WHITE SPACE SUIT
I must have passed this attic door
Framed in its mist of quietness
A thousand times,
I wonder what it was
That this time made me pause –
Accept the invitation –
And come in.
So far
This journey
Through nostalgia -country
Has been sweet,
Past the old rocking horse
(My first addiction)
The red tricycle
Upon which
Trailing
A pan...
Wednesday 22nd February 2012 7:32 pm
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