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Much

 

Don't expect so much
     if Sun puts beauty fair before itself
          high into a sky of fading stars.
When is a windfall left to maggots?
     On a morning like this, 
don't expect too much.
      By fair
 rivers giving up their secrets
          easy as flying salmon-  look who work
like bees, to outstare their hunger
     any morning like this. 
Breath betide breath, well
     almost every one. Only this much 
          for this leaf a squall's apology:
it is here,
 your less than hostile hour.

◄ A woman is like a white

Refugees In Peril ►

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<Deleted User> (13762)

Wed 15th Nov 2017 08:04

as I was reading this my son walked by singing 'don't worry about a thing' by Bob Marley which seemed an appropriate coincidence.

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