by Warwick Allen
Sunday, 18 October 2015
Every day I breathe a while
Throw my thoughts on a pile
Up there on the top
My dream of Ever Isle
Every day I run a while
Chasing an ephemeral smile
Many-coloured gold-in-pot
My dream of Ever Isle
Every day I stop a while
Resting with easy smile
I know what I've got
My life in Ever Isle
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