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Curtain call, by Britta Benson

Bit of a short offering, today. A little life poem. All summed up nicely in a few lines. Hey presto! Curtain call I think so blue, I live red, black, red, my heart, still green, my soul a shred, a shard, the jawbone of a whale, the end of a rainbow’s beginning, a weaving, aContinue reading “Curtain call, by Britta Benson”

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