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Passing The Night At Headquarters

Clear autumn at headquarters,
wu-tung trees cold beside the well;
I spend the night alone in the river city,
using up all of the candles.
Sad bugle notes sound through the long night
as I talk to myself;
glorious moon hanging in mid-sky
but who looks?

The endless dust-storm of troubles
cuts off news and letters;
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Ross Curtin 28 April 2019
Love it - Its no wonder Du Fu liked to drink living in such tumult
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