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Because I'm a Poet - A Poetry Thread
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Anonymous Coward |
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and morning, she comes again bright behind the green tempest and warning of tempers past like feet they have scampered across the given meadow without regard to the entangled clover set just so the tiniest nymph can know her way home when the fire rages with a scorching demand and gravel grits through the hands of the losing masters morning, she has always been here right behind the lurking ones hiding not in the cloak they give her wiser ones have come to play on her hills to seek the flowers of her valley and to stir delight with laughter as she mocks the mocking ones one after another until they are but specks in their own eyes and then sweet morning pretends to fly only to hover just under cover of the butterfly's crown where no deceit can live. JAH give us the morning and all her children's glory that we may return you the gift.
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