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“The Mind’s Cafe” I dove into the sea Of her willowy eyes Lost in that reverie The Green Faerie: A bottle full of lies Turned to dreams Of emerald castles On Eucalyptic shores, Fields of mint and basil Like no place before - Here or hereafter. Do let me take One last taste Before I wake: A tiny sip from The mind’s cafe, The frivolous frosting On my comatose cake. (January 1st, 2012)
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