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[bodytext] => “In circles round the fire we dance Waltzing—wishing—waiving—‘cant’ Circles circled, a covert glance Coruscant knights who share a lance” ‘Twas the season sought by all who wore the winter’s wheels Because the reasons caught the fall before the hinter’s heels Although the gasping gander’s gall shan’t make the feathers feel A dove’s beloved larks can call as nightingales can spiel So rough and tough serrations tore from verdant life to life Gruff and puffed sensations bore a channel to the rife And though the trees would bleed away a forest’s aged knife Rustles in the bustles spell incision-stricken strife Relieved, deceived, and duly grieved the silence prances past Bitten, smitten, intermittent cadence can’t come last Sober, over, three-leaf clovers burn through four-leaf grass Filed, tiled, reconciled A (sinking) herald hangs half-mast So high and low become bestowed in wild, whirling winds At best, behest the rabid rest to leave the languish limns Seldom’s sake maroons mistakes when readiness rescinds And lyres are as liarsleft with helpless, hapless hymns And through the stains of ribald rains And weath’ring sands of time A compass passes passive plains (Up and down at once the same) And nothing seems to rhyme. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 158 [topic] => 55 [informant] => EternitysLyre [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => dedicatedpoems )
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