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Time Brewster
When was that?
Months and years in a vat
Of such a blend
Of buried words
Muted laugh
And chat
The memory
Under my straw hat
The air dried
Brewed or belied
A glass of rainbow light
And casually draws
A few lines of white
In the blue
But in due time
They would disperse
With the wind
Of seasons’ spin
No wonder
My hair thinned
In the world dinned
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