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| 'AND THE LIGHT' |
shades me, holds back intense heat.
My friend says, 'How you've aged, you look so pale,
what has happened? you were so pretty, so sweet'.
I'm stuffing roast chicken into my mouth,
your token, towards my hunger, for today.
Then tersely 'You've let them scramble your brain!
Be sure to eat it all' you order, as you happily walk away.
I'm better now, they told me, it's a matter of mind over all,
and surely, of all people, they and their kind must know.
Because if they don't, then who does?
Now I'm better, I can now travel, the miles I must go.
And so I travel to you and your safe haven,
but find you gone as so often before,
when the door opens, I don't recognise the well-comer,
I must warn you, when you go away, a wolf opens your door.
Tushie 1973
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