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They honk incessantly, bellowed bathsof incorrigible bass, pond pricks,but, oh to watch them flylarge V's slide sweetly.
She was the wind's breath alive and moving with grace, a sweet slide across the room. When she kissed me the world went away but, like the sea she too could roar.
There is no test to time for time itself is of rest, or work,of giving, living, loving, hating, lying, cheating, repeatingitself over and over, just as the soft clover rises in the Spring.