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Friday 1 March 2013

My Lonely Lore

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I stare at the silent starry night
The cold wind blew gently
Dancing with the hairs on my naked skin
Soft as they seem, the golden brown sand beneath my feet
Where oh where shall I go on this Silent Night?

My heart Thump Tily Thump
Like the sound of the African drum
If only you're here, to see them on my thumb
Just how the sound of rhythmic rum
Where oh where shall I go on this Mid Night Run?

To part, we did, never more,
To say I shall, neither nor,
For you it might be a core,
But what is more than to say no more?
Where oh where shall I cry my lonely Lore?

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