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- … known as Marcus Cumberlege –

I went through your fine manifesto

and we were walking on the

pavements of xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />Bruges, those blurred

eyes of mine ‘like a long legged fly

upon the water’ dancing about

a long legged dame , you smiling

almost like Amida, one  who

has seen it before and knows

how smiles return with their tide

things had to be done, the small

ones, people were to be answered

neighbours and strangers and

who could tell the difference

we crossed our bridge of silence

when swans of memory came

swimming by and beyond the shore

of language lived some unknown

beauty waiting to awake

your manifesto says: don’t take

the serious too seriously, listen

how the pavement shouts hello

to faces that are about to fly