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Amused I'm a poet, where's the muse? Blank white papers inspire airplanes; daydreams sail across the room through windows, to cloud shapes. White swans, dragons, loons... fly elsewhere's way in sky blue erased too .

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life-nomadic

American

For You?

Written by

life-nomadic

American

Published: Nov 26, 2013
LinesWords: 1035

Notes: nine syllables first line, incrementally down to one syllable

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