What cerulean light through yonder window breaks?
For it doth burn mine eyes so true
Have the slumbers of my distracted globe lingered opaque
For the world to colour itself so blue?
While palls of Indigo dim the hearts bitter ache
Ought shadows not illuminate our ravin point of view?
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Novel Writer, Screenwriter, Filmmaker & occasionally an Actor. Handy with a Sword, Ukulele, and Skis. Author of Nun With a Gun: The Town with No Name, The Matilda, Twistin' Matilda, Black Matilda, and Secret Matilda. Writer of the upcoming Sci-Fi sequel, Waltzing Matilda.
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