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Fixed vision

when you lie back on the hill top
and watch the clouds move
with uncertain speed
sun baking your skin

the birds can be heard
sometimes seen
as they fly, overhead
and
the sounds of the trees
catching the wind

staring out there
on a beautiful day
makes you realise
just exactly how
small
is the world
that still you can't master

27 April 2004

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