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Potpourri
Potpourri
Slowly the sun creeps to the terrace
bit by bit a little further along the way
from the loneliness of the long distance runner
like the sun I clamber inch by inch
get through each day without nausea
clocks have stopped, though bell still tolls
I only have money for a three penny novel
and days of frustration and sadness recede
middlemarch gives the relief of waking
days feel like a century of solitude
but trinity has removed the plague
like the ebb of increasing madness
of uncle Oswald, when he admonished
find the leopard in you and fight
though times are hard, need taming like a shrew
there will be no exodus tonight
the idiot died in nineteen-eighty-four
embracing an adventure of the new
refreshed by his ethereal word
the dark of bleak house opened
renewed, starting over desire uncovered
and with a song flung up to heaven
I still rise
feedback van andere lezers- Wee
An impressive potpourri, Killea!
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killea: Thank you Wee
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j - martine
zo stilmakend
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killea: many thanks Martine
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j - jan
maybe tomorrow June, have faith, maybe we are fortunate enough to stay alive and be witness of Armageddon...
killea: Hope so, as that is something I wouldn't want to miss
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j - Danvoieanne
Beautiful , xx
killea: Thank you Anne
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j - ivo
het verdriet dat hierin verweven is, doet me iets .. zoiets weemoedig pfff ..
killea: thank you dear Ivo
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j
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