Cabaline xxx Poems

3 people in a room
Each doing their own thing
I wonder what each of them think?
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I am a raindrop
I have fallen so far
With others of my kind
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A bright, hot, sunny day.
Under the sun a bee flies.
It buzzes from picnic to flower.
The flower it lands on is picked.
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It is extremely quiet

A gentle snore, wafts its way,
around the almost still house.
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She smiles warmly as she enters,
and tries to greet everyone,
with a cheery 'Hello! '
But when she opens her mouth,
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I have my first cider

Look at you
Swanning around like you own the place
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My patriotic side has broken free from its restraints!
April 23rd has been circled on my calendar,
since the day it was placed upon the wall.
My flag takes pride of place, and my red rose,
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to- Start At The End.
this all makes sense for you,
how to read this poem,
After all you figured out,
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The Dark Lord,
weaves his way through a crowd,
and brings himself to the forefront my sight,
and my mind.
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The flourishes of the pen, assaulting the paper,
taking an imperfect object and embellishing it with words.
Taking an imperfect person and swathing them with,
similes and cryptic clues.
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