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Heading To
Inuvik
She came by
With a guitar
And some travelling gear,
A slender woman
From a smaller island
Heading to Inuvik
To visit a childhood friend
She hadn’t seen in years,
I never asked
If it was yin yang,
She noticed the Seagull
And asked if I played,
I passed it to her
And she sang
One of her own songs,
Quite good really,
Almost too good to believe
She had only been writing
And playing for less than a year,
But then there is a magic
On The Islands
That seems to attract
Mysterious and intriguing people,
She hinted that she might
Stop by again
When she’s back
From Inuvik.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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