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Day won't grant me tonight,
Pelting its presence
Burns with delight.

Shadows won't cast me
a line...
Back-stepping blackness
Paling from sight.

Hours hang-on

the vine....
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James Mclain 10 October 2009

it is a pleasure.. to read of the vine.. that knows no bounds.. and recriminates not... the wall it climbs...iip

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