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Nov 2013
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
nine syllables first line, incrementally down to one syllable
life nomadic
Written by
life nomadic  Maui
     Lior Gavra and Anon C
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