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SHOW BAY

Gallop
down fields of conception
enraptured fence lines woven
night
this rippling shinning running
might

Caught struggling with dreams
I heard your approach
and found the stillborn seam
where moonlight spill
will turn your leg

a lucky break
the screams
against the dunes
where gulls shall
wake

the thimble weight
darning socks
fishermen run
with lantern
iron and stock

and a surf tide rides
with the business at
hand
a beast devoured by
a wild run
a hinge undbound

and a coal dark mane
stroked with a dream
hand

this sleeping
night
mare

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astounding, only a minor typo somewhere perhaps

as I read you
from the darker canyons of time
I wish the echoes did chime
once I could vibrate with that soul
awakening hark!

now to reach his assigned role
I see him abandon the bench
for another one
someone, still yet time undone

remember the streets of Down Town
Montreal
where I did once for all
stroll
to stark nudity untold
in the face of walking mankind bold,

his countenance still flashes
by I wonder why?
I still imagine twas
you,
I wonder why?

loved

Powerful dreams,
bordering on a flight,
a restless night..
.
a hinge undbound just the "D" to chase away

As usual not much we can say, your standard maintained, Yours Ian.T

.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

darkness arrives
coal oil times
candles times
sleep times

stories in the cavern
the restless modern
flourescent saviour halo

packing life in boxes
to another boxed life
through windows
watch nights eyes
flicker

we are near the train
tracks...will this appease
me for its voice
of lonely calling

I fall asleep
falling

and the first snows
are landing
in the land of miniture
trees

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the railway track!

if the train driver is
a married man he will
apply brakes
then take you home
where you will awake
in unknown arms
slumbering sweet
mouth full of chocolates
God gave him a sweet bunny
one he needed

MOST!

his wife will not lament
remain silent,
a bouquet of flowers brought home
from a land unknown
what's there now to moan?
she sleeps silently
and cries vehemently alone
sheds tears of joys,
heaven sent
Lord you exist
now that's what I need
to own..

loved

Grandfather was a driver between Toronto and Montreal
the large steam locomotives and further reachs
I do not know of any other in my travels that drove steam
train save a fireman...And he worked on the "Leaky Roof"
line from Newmarket Subdivision to Algonquin Park Station

Thank You

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