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As
we hang ….
clutching
hand
in hand
over
jagged cliffs….
I
am sure that
you
will
never
release
your
hold
on
my life.
Your
iron-like
grip
will
clasp
and
fuse
for
all
of
life….
as
the sea below
beckons
for
new sirens
for
it’s
unpracticed
choir.
Your
solidarity
will
never allow
my
joining in
the
rock dashed,
berry
stained red
descants
of
our
never
washed up,
well
founded,
beach
combed,
sharing
life.
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Dargo 2004 All Rights Reserved.
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