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Whilst in Massachusetts,
Amherst to be precise,
We watched the flickering fire flies
As lighting crossed the skies
And thoughts of writings past.
DEAR EMILY
Come a lady
walk with me,
Come a dear
as poets be,
Trading words
of rhyming things,
Thoughts of birds
preening wings
String moments
as beads or pearls
In a necklace
from other worlds.
Copyright © Wm Paul | Year Posted 2012
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