Peggy's Cove
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I dreamed of a cave in colours, saw pictures
I arrived in the town and reserved a place
Paid by card, in advance…
Night approached and sun down and all dark
I drove and drove, narrow road was winding
And I lost…no number; saw no sign
Heart throbbed till niceness came, surfaced
The owners and the guest in motels and the rest.
I ended in place, man had cat and had tents
I had mine.
“This is my secret path…and the key…”
The man said: “You can leave the cable…take your cash.”
In morning I smiled filled with joy: “How nice is human! ”
Meant trust, honesty and good work
I love the Halifax…
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