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Peaceful Pipes
I sat in our caravan
as the peaceful pipes
played a soft reverie of harmony
for all those who heard its song.
Their melody drifted on the wind
soothing everything it touched.
The peaceful pipes played
at the ending of the day.
27 September 2008
poem
by
David Harris
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