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After Midnight

Branches are silent at this late hour I raise my glass, say cheers to my mirror-image I drink my beer and look up to the moon, which leaves a whitish shimmer on the leaves. My mind is drifting to the past, to far away countries and to friends, to different stars, the Southern Cross, to southern skies, to southern life

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 4/4/2010 10:49:00 AM
enjoyed, Happy Easter!!!
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Date: 4/4/2010 7:45:00 AM
May our Lord bless you and yours on this Easter Day Gert. Love Carol and Family
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Date: 4/3/2010 9:46:00 AM
Indeed the night can do that to you. Very nice poem, Gert. Thanks for sharing. Best wishes, Caroline.
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