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Mar 2013
Versed
At random
A riddle wrecks  
The rituals of my day
But, I know what’s next
It regresses; fate must have its way
A tease that taunts and haunts me
For it won’t bestow me
Wisdom without first
Revealing ruefully
Simple solutions
In reverse
Cursed
Work break here. Decided not to let this idea go without a little 'form' restricitons.
J Penpla
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J Penpla
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