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DEW

Entering gray dew
feet cold,
heart warm
I loose myself,
                  ....to the silence,
Of songs
silhouettes of skeletons
hum the rolling hills
This is the place
                  ....the  place I home for.

T.C.Lubcke Jnr 4/7/01  ©*

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a poem,
a perfect melody,
word and thought as one,
sung by the thumb.

a passion,
or love lost,
a world of spring beauty,
or one of winters frost.

a dream a wish,
and memory long forgot,
a hope for tomorrows gift,
or all ones lot.

it escapes ones view,
and enters the minds eye,
to leave the coming chores,
and just fly.

a poem,
just simply words,
that go far beyond,
that merely heard.

T.C.Lubcke Jnr 2/10/00  ©*

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