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Sunday
wander and get lost
at home
just a few acres
one book
as yet unwritten
take any line
you've come
winds blow out four corners
stairs run up me
and away to sea
where the sun shone
moon lit
your yourself the treasure
dig here
keep the map posterity pink
there's a whole tribe
just sleeping for breakfast
could have been a baton pass
go colour to colour
let's see
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