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Stairs
I've known many stairs
Rising to strange places
Where joy roams free
A blur of female faces
Stairs can feel unreal
From drink and hurry
Chasing hot rump in a
Scented hectic flurry
Drink risks a frisson
Tumbling down stairs
Scrambles your wits
Impedes your affairs
Some boast a bend
Others climb straight
Either route is urgent
Desire will n...
Monday 5th October 2020 10:23 am
The Bend
Where the bluebells grow
Strong, full of spice and sweet
Where the witches and the wizards
cast their spells, I know
And the elves feel safe to meet
Where the waters run deep
And the vines harsh thirst is fed
Where dry grapes can burst
in pleasure and folly;
The valley can sing in a glory of red
Saturday 23rd April 2016 8:54 am
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