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I was the light when all was dark
I was the air that fed the spark
I danced a dozen reeling dances
And drew a dozen stolen glances
From a dozen star-made beasts
At a dozen solar feasts
I am the spinner, the weaver too
The ladle that dips into the cauldron true
I am above and yet below
From me all Life does flow
I am not woman neither man
But name me if you can
I am the Spinner’s Game
On this Solstice Day, I give my thanks to you who’ve bought my books
crispina kemp 
Wonderful, Crispina!
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Thank you, Dale. I wrote the poem, then wondered what to do with it
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I love that.
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😊 😊 😊
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💞
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Thank you 😊 😊 😊
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Gorgeous poem
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Thank you, Pam 🙂
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Awesome rhyme
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Thank you, Sadje, the bards would be pleased with me 🙂
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You’re welcome 👍🏼🌺
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😊
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As a reader and enjoyed of your books I enjoyed this poem also, well done!
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Thank you, Frank. That’s beautiful to hear. Have a good Christmas, you and yours 🙂
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A very merry Christmas to you crispina
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Thank you 😊 😊 😊
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