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Twisting In The Wind A strange suspended time, Like those little child moments Between awake and asleep Curled under the huge kitchen Table, comforted and carried By the velvet voices of Mother and her sisters Catching up on lost days, Why does the Obama election Have the world treading water, Love affairs watching, wondering, Full hearts aching to breaking Like autumn leaves slowly Twisting in the wind. Stephen Nesbitt ©
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