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July 24th, 2003
Ahhhhhhhh
Summer morning
still misty....stillness
music of indian spirits
steam off teapot creates
stories out of me
come to me
come to me
muse dances just
around, behind and under
she slips through all
attempts to grasp, see, hold
like sonny.....an ethereal something
butterfly from deep forest
wings beating out delicate melody
a mystery, a memory
now....
and now
and now
ahhhhhhhhhh
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