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Monday, November 18, 2013


For three nights as the moon waxed
full, humped 42 wheelbarrows of chips
and compost to restore the garden plots
where I have gardened for nearly a 1/3
of a century. 

A way to regain one's bearings in a
world gone astray. 

The air was crisp and the sky clear.

The tiger cat greeted me each evening
as she went hunting for rodents.

The Dubliners  convey it all..... 



                                          Joe Sullivan

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