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A Quiet Night At The Telescope
It's a quiet night
a quiet night at the telescope
an eye on things
all that's unfolded, all that is done
The moment shivers
as December's knifing breath sinks deep
and weather's long sigh
the only sound in all this silence
The whole sky
looks straight into my eye
The whole of space
has it's magnifying glass to my eye
searching for something
I...
Thursday 17th December 2015 1:22 pm
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