Greenacre 9
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Category: Poetry
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He lies awake Missing her snoring That once kept him awake
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First day . . . . . . of the rest of your life. Open the gate and go through it.
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Birdsong in the dark Bringing promise of the dawn And maybe of spring?
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First walk this season. Gentle warm-up? Aching limbs. Out of condition!
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Boats in the harbour Resting, waiting for the tide To carry them home.
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