Saturday, June 14, 2025

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Scraps are all that remain in my poem's domain, late, the muse retired
From trash to obtain a single refrain, from broken pieces once inspired
Tarnished with rust, covered with dust, I, glue bits and broken pieces
From decay of past dismay, mended hope somehow increases
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soren Barrett
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