Midnight Ramblings

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Where am I at midnight?
On this so-called special night
Last of the old year, first of the new?
Not outside in the cold, the dark
I prefer to walk in the light
To see the field shining bright under snow,
Or this year under water
A drowned landscape.
At midnight where I want to be
Is warm and snug
Curled up in bed
With YOU.






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I am a poet, therefore I am crazy - see Shakespeare "the lunatic, the lover and the poet..." I also write plays and stories. I ride a recumbent trike, made by ICE (Inspired Cycle Engineering) with a STEPS electric motor and automatic gears!

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