Serendipity, as prompted by Poetic Asides on 19th January:
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Walking around
Just beating the ground
Looking for muses
Amusing myself
–
I hardly thought
and hardly did know
it was so tiresome
being alone
–
A baby will smell
so sweet and unreal
A crib will fit well
in my bedroom and wheels
of that carriage will turn
round and round…
–
Walking around
just beating the ground…
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