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Aug 2013
Frothy white hymnals jammed in naked pupils
prowling in dusk and debris,
Howl through the decade shone in the east.

The distant loom shimmers across a nimble field,
Exciting the crown which lay heavy a second time.
You scramble in your sweat weeping through the seat.
A tiny fleet flutters only but an instance.
Forgotten what for? Forgotten why?
Written by
Simon D Sprague
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