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Poem: Saturday in Athens
Saturday in Athens You can just discern her, a faded imprint in the matinal shimmer a little shabbier than one might hope She sits and thinks and sits and thinks about her glorious heyday years (which all the world is still applauding) and wonders what will become of her… But then as dusk […]
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The moment you wake
The moment you wake Is nothing The immense unknowable zero Before the big bang Of self-consciousness Who you are Where you are Who you know What you do And then What you have to do this day And what for breakfast? Swing round Slippers on Here we go again
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