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Normally I don't post others' pieces,

but this is too worthy of designation.

The purest work of art I have ever seen.

A poem, by Tom Milsom, entitled

"where the world goes"

twelve inches

of the stuff

fell from the sky

while you slept

it has made

three men

with the help

of little hands

so get up

and come down

to watch the sun

make every flake

sing

a song

of where

the world goes

under the weather

wet and preserved

is yesterday

and colour

sits in your eyes

evergreen

making angels

it used to sting

it used to kill

but we've grown up

and learned to play

and when you closed

your eyes last night

the world let all these

fat,

tired

clouds

make it something new

and now it is time

to show it

where

to go