The Lark
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The Lark

Rambling Back in Time

Poetry

The day has eyes. The night has ears;
the monster within, unbidden tears.
Think you’re escaping,
run into yourself, bang
longest way round, shortest way home,

t’was the night before All Souls
dark and cold and dreary.
Full, dark, black, night.
For lettered and for unlettered alike,

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John E Marks

I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can