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Tuesday, 29 June 2010


Underneath my mattress slats of spruce lie deep asleep
and when I drift away to dream into their world I creep
A resin-scented hillside bed of cones and needles dried
Bewitched with incantations from the wind's chilled fingers pried
Creaking ravens mourn the evening lost to stippled rain
which petulantly whips against my bedside window pane
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