Poem by Joe Duvernay
You heavens appear
And earth to stand on
And I will take the short route
To a happiness gathers you under sleeve.
You always turn to pragmatism's
And I will open depths to whim.
Allay frowns we fracture.
Lay-in of taxes great for the
Weaning-off of luxurious liberty
Where they have taken dollars from us
And speed justice here.
In the then fine adherence crafted,
say how protistan and extremophile
And the while reign, grab halter
Set the jab is not a spear.
End with `Dragon' gone too far afield
Move me and I will,
But send Id driven helms to steer
And run the rivers with.
Do not subject this eerie tale;
Are seen in tandem, fill!
Copyright 2002 Joe Duvernay. All rights reserved.
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