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This morning I needed a notebook, and spotted one that appeared to be unused. Upon opening the cover, I discovered one lone page occupied by the following poem. Enjoy!
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This is my Mabon offering. These lines originally came to me on the nights before and of the full Harvest moon, but sat in a book I’m reading until this evening. Enjoy!
Shuffle on concrete
Longing crunch of coming days
Chilling cold I crave
Leaves brief existence
Short lines and words lost so soon
Nourish the next one
