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They are the fierce writers
They ride on horses and write past you
They have rode on this earth before
And wrote with reed on various seeds
Armed with fine parchment and accoutrements
Meadows and the cemeteries
Their favourite haunts
 Jan 2021 Scott Walker
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Magpie
 Jan 2021 Scott Walker
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When rooms sleep and birds carry heartache to trees, when light
is gone and peace is woven into dreams: I will build myself a nest
and unfold the poem I stole. I will taste with care the words you
chose, and pretend you wrote them for me.

(I will love, I will love, I will love)
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4184292/thief/

(One for sorrow, two for mirth, three for a funeral, four for birth, five for heaven, six for hell, seven for a devil's tale to tell)
You've given me tons of reasons to leave,
But I still stay
Because those reasons weren't enough
To keep me away

— The End —