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Sitting round the table with my glass in hand,
Thoughts come into my ear
I sense that world out there and go,
Foot places set, cleared and fair.
Oxen, lambs, bird and song
Time places things in front of us
And we have that moment to expound.
Dear afterthought !

timeplacesfree verse

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