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Scarlet Ribbons
She said that I looked Irish, as we sat and warmed our hands
Beating djembe herding us to sway and stamp and clap
I looked across and through the flames
That sighed and licked up over logs
Into her eyes, in all their eyes
The light: not fading, changed
Scarlet ribbons curling around
Stripes of orange a...
Thursday 14th July 2011 9:46 am
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