(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

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Tears just
stood there.

Sadness coughed.

Silence held its breath.

Pain felt bad
about it, but...

Remorse, of course, had had recourse
to a drink or two

and was now in high spirIts.

Regret too had a few
too many.

Death shuffled
a brand new deck

dealt the cards

as they all gambled
for this human

to whom
they all belong.

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held me spell bound by its wicked words Ruthie
Those unseens who wait our coming...the brush of the hands we feel in the night! Wonderful, the sense of these spirits waiting for us...