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Haverhill Suffolk England

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Haverhill Suffolk England

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I sleep the sleep
of midnight,
dark and deep.

The clocks strikes speak...
and chimes of excitement
I do not hear,
spears the owls ear
with vigour.

It floats as a ghost
on earthly prowl,
and me, destined
to dream alone
steals its position
in the night
and flys
with the moon
on my wing.

Sally Plumb Plumb

Friday, February 7, 2014

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V P Mahur 01 April 2014

Dear Sally, Nice one this poem. Short and effective. Thanks for your comments.

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Sally P. P. 24 November 2019

Thank you for your comment. Much appreciated.

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Mac Adrone Adonay 11 February 2014

Flies (not flys) .. Nice message in this poem.

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Sally P. P. 19 May 2020

I did wonder about the spelling. Thanks.

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