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Pause on Patrol

The paths that thread their twisted line beneath
A brazen sky
And raw-limbed cactuses that twine above
As we go by,
And silent ghosts that shuffle past aloof
As ghosts should be,
From shadows where their lot was cast
Into Eternity.

Verse:  Cullen Gouldsbury

S23 Pause on Patrol

R700,00Price
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