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The Ghost Of Summer
The Ghost Of Summer
A leaded cloak that settled on the bay,
forewarned us of the chaos yet to rise
from deep within the boiling soup of grey.
The thunderheads that blocked our sunny day
and scattered tears of winter from their eyes –
made all the basting bathers go away.
The crystal spume of effervescent spray
that settled on us, causing such su...
Monday 22nd April 2013 6:54 pm
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