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Gone has God, the mirth as well, love’s sweet liquors never tell; sun kissed earth, the hope for all, the raven’s sigh at coming squall Take the heart so pounded thus, darkened ardor, sour dough’s musk; give the hearth the light of dawn, springs the trap on spritely fawn Now the world lies deep in tryst, silk-tongued robbers slight of wrist; a nod to all who know this tale, perchance the shattered dream to fail.

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Date: 8/18/2017 1:49:00 PM
As always...convoluted and mysterious--but on each and every occasion intriguing! Hope you are content and secure at this moment in time, Peter...I have not seen you about of late. My very warmest regards! :) john
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Peter Lewis Holmes
Date: 8/24/2017 2:28:00 AM
Thanks John...less poetry time lately...concentrating on fiction wishes....Peter.