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Tresses of Words

In the a town of

when you reach for a pen,

white hart

in standing light. This is an

elevation of

back from Syria with a

report. The people are

tunesmith, we all tell

Ryan Seaacest. He is a field of

amplitude, stomping on

predicate. Sentences seem

swans and sad. Loose marble

crackpot radiations invoke

Ozymandias. He was

Yul Brynner, starred in The

Sound and the Fury, for television

popular. Meanwhile,

grades for cast

lines into streams yclept

launching poem.

People are proud, and rhyme.

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