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Rating: 3.8

It's all in
the sound. A song.
Seldom a song. It should

be a song—made of
particulars, wasps,
a gentian—something
immediate, open

scissors, a lady's

eyes—waking
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Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: poem
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Dr Antony Theodore 03 February 2019

A very good poem dear poet. tony

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