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Carmine, cardinal,
vermillion, scarlet, wine;
burgundy be mine.

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Carp catching the rays,
warmth at the top of the lake
see them sun worship.

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Cool, Gauloises Disque Bleu,
elegant, show-off smoking
for nicotine buffs.

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‘In The Summertime’
Mungo Jerry ever means
summertime to me

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I love the robin
it’s a special little bird
my favourite friend

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A concept, a thought
we try to grasp and control,
elusive minutes.

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Lyra shows her faces
gibbous moon beams with shadows
over the threshold

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Patio set paint.
Green? Red? Blue? What shade to do?
Something soothing ‘eh?

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Shoes, in bygone days,
specifically mules, were called
pantables. Great word.

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Maud van den Broecke’s reproduction of  Anne Somerset’s mules, known as pantables.

Fly swat, fly paper,
insecticide in a spray,
all lead to decay.

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Sleep deprivation,
insomnia, starvation
of good vibrations

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Narrative Distance
with a sense of character
separates readers

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The scent of apples
gift-wrapped in old newspaper
pervades the cellar

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She plays aluphone,
she often plays barefooted
to feel pulse and beat.

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Missing soft kisses,
the gentleness of touches,
loved with family.

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Mustard, buttercups,
corn on the cob and sunflower,
yellow has power.

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Simple peace and quiet
usually wished for each day,
now it’s here—OK?

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For better or worse?
For a blessing or a curse?
Constant or diverse?

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