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Near The
Hebrides
She was off
On some R & R
Running barefoot near
The Hebrides,
Eventually
Every Goddess must
Curl her toes
In the luscious green,
Bare her bosom to
The Celtic moon,
Hear the Druids’
Echo
Of long ago,
See her perfect power
Reflecting
From the ocean swells,
Dance to the music
From the wells
That no one else
Can hear.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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