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The Poems of Norman Clayton
Poetry and insights into poetry
Monday, March 05, 2007
Sunday, Monday mornings
Cold the morning walk
finally unzipped,
I enjoy old and new friends.
A blue cloud like a blanket
and small orange-pink ones,
dawn arrives boy girl.
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