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Feb 2017
One morn a muse meandered in to mind
Carolling soft in sacred tongue
The spirited song of kindred hearts
Clan to which my own belongs
She stroked my mind with fearsome flame
When all the world had dropped dead
Stoking bright and cosmic spark
At the center of my head
The ebb and flow of epiphanies
Through percipient perception course
Strange, explosive truths yielded
From deep, divinest source
    Her mind is wider than the skies
    Which ring with her luscious lullabies
Megan Sherman
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Megan Sherman
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   --- and Ignatius Hosiana
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