The Weft
A Collection of Verses, by Dave McClure
about the weft
by title
by first line
own the weft
the warp
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Birdsong
Between birdsong and dawn
night slipped away
barefoot across the lawn.
Between birdsong and dawn
her perfume lingered on
to fade before the day.
Between birdsong and dawn
night slipped away.
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