A.E.K.G Navrilith Poems

Guilt hangs her head in shame,
Where is pride now?
When the glimmer of hope at the end of the tunnel,
Engulfed by destinies fiery, wet messenger has taken.
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Dear Father Christmas,

This year I would like:
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A pie or two,
A pot of tea,
A slice of cake,
And chocolates three.
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Uber florescent,
Lime green and pink,
Tight fitting,
Like a second skin,
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I met this man today,
And he had some Novel Ideas!
But I bit my tongue while his was undone,
Oh how the day flew by,
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