Jonathan ROBIN (22 September / London)

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... and Lethewards have sunk

Plastic patterns swiftly flowing
gladly lend impressions glowing
sometimes faster, sometimes slowing,
constant keeping - not all knowing.
Thus mind radar to and froing -
whirlwind nature, blowing, blowing,
Cupid with his darts arrowing,
and acrostics all a-rowing, -
seeks to answer questions sowing
further questions Time a-mowing
soon forgets, leaves little showing.

Jonathan ROBIN
Submitted: Sunday, February 11, 2007
Edited: Wednesday, January 12, 2011


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