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Simon Leake Nov 2015
Seven lyre birds sang each in turn a tune
doing their tonal best to hone
the reproductive skills akin to a master
in the art of Japanese calligraphy
but all failed distracted by the majesty
of a high-definition sunset on playback in perpetuity.
Àŧùl Mar 2014
She sure has that x-factor in herself,
More beautiful herself than an elf.
Perfectly carefree she renders me,
Her thoughts leave me in a trance.
I often feel she is thinks about me,
How she is gonna make me dance.
Particularly I'd be hopping a little,
May it be a reality sooner enough.
She definitely has had that charm,
Mere her name saves me from harm.
My HP Poem #591
©Atul Kaushal

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