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Lilt
Contributed by
screwge
on
Thursday, 13th August 2009 @ 01:41:14 AM in AEST
Topic:
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Austere or octane,
I will lift your lilt;
Sing an octave
Like destined silt.
Rise and hark!--up to
Grooves from plinth
And tacit
Hyacinth.
It could be august;
It could impoverish
Hearts of feelings
Left by Kaddish.
The leaves shall
Rustle fain applause;
At genie voice
The thin tree awes.
And in the eaves,
How feral
My tune will rattle,
Uprooting the carrel--
Its grain
Like destined silt
To knock on wood
The gift of lilt.
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Re: Lilt
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by ming on
Thursday, 13th August 2009 @ 04:01:16 PM AEST
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