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Feb 2015
The Mind of a poet is not easily found
For it can swerve it's curve at the edge of a sound.
It's as if they hear the trees speak, please, from forests now drowned.
Each poet should be downed in crowns for the things they found.
Not treated like a stray wolf who was sent to the pound.
Chimera
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Chimera  Earth
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   Ariel Baptista
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