The wind brought me a present yesterday,
a scent it carried for three hundred miles.
It brought the ozone's hue from Sanna Bay
and stirred a pot of thought that so beguiles
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The wherewithal within us all, remains a quest too far
If time should cease in times like these, but leave the door ajar
The door which guards us from ourselves, both keeping out and in
The doorway to the land of Elves, of pleasure and of sin
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She tried to stop the tide again today
with hidden strengths which struggle to the fore.
Lythe legs wrapped as a lotus by the bay
sat lightly on the shells along the shore.
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When time and tide have been denied
the chance to dance and regain pride
from lips that have so often lied,
I'll wait, I'll watch, I'll grieve.
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Live not, within the margins of all scope,
but cast adrift the tethers of restraint.
Engage the charmer, raising high the rope
and follow paths from hearts who be not faint.
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I'll give you a bunch of Fivers, you Troll! !
I've noticed that the "Oners" are no more.
The "Fiver" is now standing in their place.
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I know a man who has two drinks
then talks like he's had ten.
It isn't long before he thinks
'I'll have two more, again.'
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I closed the toilet door aboard the train
and looked into the bowl with much dismay.
For if the choice were offered me, again,
I would have used the Station's loos, that day.
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I hugged a brittle stick the other night
The remnants of a friend.
A wheezing, gasping, floundering fish.
He sang in bursts..
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