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The Absolute Need
Owls hoot in the oaks
the jasmine is heady,
I look from the window
and watch them together
scoop the moon from
the shimmering surface
drunk & unsteady,
I almost believe
we'll be happy forever
I'm 54 and I'm ready.
I almost believe
we are marked,
we are blessed,
so I'm keeping the vigil
to h...
Tuesday 3rd September 2013 12:05 pm
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