The day traversed.Morning; plans are made and lunch –We’re half way through day,But not the plans. Evening and the day is rounding nowWith fish and chips on our wharf.Time, laughter, colour of a conversation. The things undoneIn a pot at the end of a rainbow somewhereThe tide rises, fallsTomorrow another day
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