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| APRIL COMET |
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| Comets are long before we see them. Comets are long after they have gone. You were a comet in my April heard of before you came searing still nights with bright words blazing a trail about my ears lighting my thoughts, unstoppable. Long after you fired those thoughts and swept with peacocked tail out of my compassed way I still remember that spring and the comet that was you |
| ANNE LEWIS-SMITH |