0000 Nowhere does the sun feel so good Nowhere does the wind blow so gentle As in the heart of a peaceful man Ian.T 1957

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    I have returned from tasks anewTo the sanctuary that I knowWhere all the universe folds for meFriend’s dropping in for a cup of tea. Eternity seems out of reach to usMere mortals, made from the dustHere where all thoughts live againTheir power on this Earth plain Your thoughts have been noted,The children oft’ …

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