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Back to sleep

My clock said four, my clock said five,
This day we'd meet, I felt alive.
My clock said six, then six-fifteen,
I thought of happy times there'd been.
Then dear, Oh dear, six-forty eight
My lover would be at her gate!
I rushed, I ran, there was one stone
Upon the post, like me alone.
Remembering her fidelity,
The Rainbow Bower enfolded me.

by Colin Windsor: January 1992

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