From Land's End to John o' Groats as a veil of night shadows my cataracts and I hearing pipers in my dreams of a ghostly I composed as my poetry unfolds As thimbles on your fingers play threads of cold December weaving patterns in translation on my lips as you patois kisses hearing the sins flow Roll on big thunder in piper's socks as we make love neath the evergreens so soft the petals
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