These hot dog-days: seedpods crack like
gunshot, tin roofs glint and wink where
people sleep this autumn Sunday off to
summer’s fading. Those dreams of sand,
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Peter, I think you enjoyed writing this, I guess it improved your Sunday mood. I also enjoyed the reading of an average Autumn Sunday in the Cape, I guess you read the Sunday Times. Bob
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Peter, I think you enjoyed writing this, I guess it improved your Sunday mood. I also enjoyed the reading of an average Autumn Sunday in the Cape, I guess you read the Sunday Times. Bob