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RON DIXON

Though I am old with wandering through hollow lands and hilly lands
I will find out where he has gone, and kiss his lips and take his hands,
And walk among long dappled grass and pluck till time and times are done.
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

Love and laughter, Jess . . .Miss you

As published in Winnipeg Free Press on Dec 06, 2019

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