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... have happened to me here over the years. Landslides, love affairs, pitched battles….. and there are lost poems, of course.
Lost Poems
I have come back to Mull
for the poems that were lost here;
overboard from the Lochinvar,
buried in landslips,
left in telephone boxes,
torn to pieces and
somersaulting in the wind.
I am in sore need of them now,
for they were born of bright agonies
before they ...
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