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Long ago but not long from now
till time passes away, we’ll hold and we’ll sway
in our special step;

where did they find so much tinsel?

Beneath a drizzle of ticker-tape mixed with rain,
I think lips taste, well . . .
very nice.

In our race down mountains, I often feared that you’d fall
and I’d tend to you in clearings, healing poultice and wrappings.

At the base of a timeless place, so sheer in its rise that up becomes down
before we know it, and we’ve lost more than merely a glimpse in the knowing.

Promise that we will always let one another
down softly.

© Chagall 2014

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