(TPAC) Alexander Coppedge Poems

Mary Christine, do tasks, cuts, clears growth from home, strong labor acts, long, retains to a wrong; a song: for her lost lover.

She dresses, completely in black, roll a mower, trim grass, stroll eyes, others see a faceless doll, blurs; unroll lists to do: alone.
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A fact recalls sides, it's of two detailed, one resides solely a mirror reflection, cuts deeds both did aides found spots everywhere.

Families at tables eating meal, apart, ordeal facts by them co-existing with other, better than others self view seal this reality.
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Pals sparkling fearlessly in flight roar at sounding out soar brethren, downs rain thunder to hear it out from skies, in free open air this oar to land independently.

Cloud's tear ground to fall it wet the tap, spreading a mountain's cap none fear twitches spot rays twinkle, plummeting it many drips to shear a rap of splashes.
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A bell sounds, a bang, sang outwards, night's silence, shatters, await fang, out darkness, I'm asleep; ears in: a tang.

A joker, a plot, its being playful, intended to fill, bent will, by legal Hill, in a bill, now a law; no freedom for: in a cage.
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Treatment for this illness to find a cure in the body at aches, swallows pills, sick undercovers times a week aid day ointment, other than appointment.

Hours felt a low woe to limit you this cold illness, its over various parts of body this chill weakness, inside your house week it's a wetness sniff nose.
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A hero to halt a bad threat is needed now, bunk it is the ill measures target cut abilities, torments pressures, evilness; unfairness: reward treasures.

Years, at goal to protect pups unfolded a wisdom, ears kids cries, ripping tears its a smile monitor, soothing lives; hugs its end the bad fear: comfort.
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Your cold freezing chill denotes put will horror, closing form unknown dread an ill figure killer, shrinking abilities into dark depth plays game.

Scythe ripping attacks prey the swing tripping, cut sharp tong thirsts soul hunts blood slayer, sipping abuse to flesh sent hell another reality.
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I see a farm house, in a dream, thereby crops in fields, done by men laboring beats, chop feats; new buds supply meats: treats.

This river all mud rushes, totally it's chocolate, lifts bubbles, late boats, too, seated are Milk Dud hoping; fate: to get a love mate.
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Waves to ripple on grass, rolling in pitch dark tips, floats in the water a log this swamp's bog voices viewed shots figures fog walked smoke vapor life.

Steps creep beside the gigantic river that flowed, aside a wet bath sound traveling a path splashes, beneath flapping leaves reside there's bright eyes.
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I've seen your glorious exposure, glistening to light, out On High, over powering enlightenment outside world known lie.

I hear far raging distance thunder, feel fierce high wind, see its stormed sky giving Your gentle love of.
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