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Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)


Poems of Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

The Stranger


It was on Queen Street
Auckland, we mystically met.
I hurried past up hill
to swiftly change in hotel room.
I felt presence reach
out, as I rapidly pasted.
I stopped; to glance around.
What had arrested motion?

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