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[title] => The Spire of Acrocorinthus
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[bodytext] => The lowly beggars of the meadow sway In rolling currents By high decree the price of life they pay Unjust deference To stone-souled lords of rust and blood who reign Tortured unrest Defeated kings their backs drawn stiff with pain Winter's bequest The sun of dawn approaches from the east And orbits low As this realm reels back into the beast By ebb or flow So from the meadow rises up a spire Against the odds And on its peak a jagged shard of fire To judge the gods [comments] => 2 [counter] => 697 [topic] => 73 [informant] => Aspirant [notes] => Edited per request in Poem Edit and Deletion Requests ~ Moderator_18 Dec 10, 2009 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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