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Sirendipity
by Philip F De Pinto
shifted her sugar lumps
from shrill to tender
thralled me with mere
parlance soft would render
the stiff timbre
in my skiff - limber
through harsh September
winds and chill
would on sails raise geese bumps
and the fine tuned sextant which
was my heart would intermittently throw out of pitch
when she spoke in sirendipitous tones she broke
my waxen will
scuttled on the shoals of my inner ear
01/19/2013 Posted on 01/19/2013
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