Peter S. Quinn Poems

I'm the guy with the green blue eyes,
And I sing a tune of May;
When the summer is in the skies,
And the light grows on with each day.
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accenting light
the dashing bright
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aged walking reality
lingering on
losing and confusing
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ah touch
the golden solemn day
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alive in nests
and asleep

in beddings
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all footsteps
through the ways

little places
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always dreaming
and quietly walking
over bridges
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always touching the bare
with stirrings
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always unexpected
the silky night comes in
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another midnight
sinking across soft earth
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