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Poems by Brendan Doyle
22 August 2011
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I’ll sleep in the bed
where my son has slept
and smell the pillow
where he laid his head
feeling the shape
of his nightmares and his dreams
and in the morning I’ll remember
his bright cascade
of sunrise laughter
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brendan
I am 72 years young, happily living in the upper Blue Mountains for the past 10 years where I've found a caring, informed and creative community
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