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Wandering
The place wasn’t much livelier
Than a wake in the afternoon,
So wandering in your picture
With no need to return soon,
I walked your Ithacan pathways
From the bottom all the way thru,
Some of your hidden treasures
Oh my Goddess I never knew,
I never moved your artifacts
Just admired and didn’t touch,
Of course it wasn’t easy
I was tempted to so much,
It’s one of those serendipities
That I suppose may never end,
Because my Ithacan beauty
Of surprises round every bend.
Stephen Nesbitt © .
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