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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield

Sick for a Day

I walked in rocky places.
The old
talk about their illness,
the young about their hearts.
I value all of it.
In the end
I should like to fall
from the sky,
with blue wings.
A full man,
and have my mother come
and tell me,
you imagine too much
my imaginal child.

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