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By grey mustachioed mouths

Carried on the sour breath of age

Creaking allegory in phrases

Flaking like dry skin

Tarnished trumpets sound

Hoarse notes over unfought battles

Drawn with rings on a wooden table

On a spiked coffee night

There’s music in old tales

Maygar melodies and hums

I adore them and grow older

As they shine, so I grow dim

• Paul Kunneman, April 2020

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