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David Hilburn Mar 16
Avidly, the war of roses
So settled an argument
For a silent reproach, have what loses
A yet and a set time, for a hidden arrangement

Speed with a definitive smile
On the behalf of ides we never sated
Without the spoil to be, of an earning while
Saved from a declining share, in fated...

Doors
In the vanity we make, with surreal liberty's
Somewhere to love a silence, that has you to form
Dreams and a stir of wonder, with a reaching host to seek

Simple wishes for a graceful season, sun in the sharing...
Shown the respite of sulking, a host has surmised we
Worth the poise of open minds that say, the caring
Special is ours, for a levity of serendipity?

Yours?
And the gift of may, that is my wish in the offering
Of a sunshine as a halt to with, the contrary and dour
Ear of couth, we hope is a silence with the moments, for my prophecy?
What if the Formaldehydes moved in next door?

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