I bless the page with my written words. Words inside a playground of phases
on street of poets mind.
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Do climb ladder to slide with visions.
Swing with consepts that take life of its own to push one
back and forth on lines with eyes.

Spin upon swirling verses
that set mood careful not to scrape knee when words are dark.

Climb monkey bars like mother chimpanzee poet who loves
swinging on vines from heart.

Play in my playground
all friends are welcome.