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Along the way

The storm has raged and seethed and sung
And rent the air and left undone

The knots that tie both time and tide
With niceties now cast aside (like pauper’s clothes)

Bruised, spent and fragrant lovers
Linger rapt in sweet repose

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Bill Hunt
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