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Slip (Free verse) by Terence A glint of gold
In dark of night,
Like diamond cold
In anthracite,
Flashed bright then
When it now regresses.
Sweet young girls
In summer dresses
Beckoned me
To warm caresses,
Joy sublime
And light young fingers.
The rushing sea
For no man lingers.
Cautiousness
I cast aside:
I lingered not
For time nor tide.
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