
Bleak was the day
rain clouds beat the sunlight away
Then a beacon out of the grey
subtle Moonbeam calling my name.
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Some try
to find
poet phrases
ex-pounding unique
big diction
coloured fiction
flash rhythm
funky creek
while naturals
glide on.
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