Editor's Desk 

Game A Poem

GAME by ralph geeplay —ooo— we had no time to waste, because the bees had come The Buds are ripe of taste, the morning spring is fresh dew sprinkled, good mist… Mine Mine, burnt against flesh pressed against thee, the wait over, eternal, just when love was lost Like The hidden treasures buried beneath the sea beds— the cost sealed still, yet Gold All over, the steady deck, a blossom flower bed the rain, the rain, nectars Beating The heat, hectares Locked Lips, sunrise, bees!

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