Saturday, March 25, 2017

A Creaking Blue Door Comments

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I recall a lake, waters emerald.
Sunlight glinting, and I'd sit like Tom Sawyer
In nearly every corner, a school of fish.
I'd watch pine trees swaying tall and pencilled.
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Mark Heathcote
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