(TPAC) Alexander Coppedge Poems

Words heard out a box, declare note, clearly, hit the heart, cut pox, appears in one eye mud to fox; shocking news: echo in me.

The dot form drop to be, at rape, altered its shape, escape of anger, wobbles, seen flickering, swirling fast, a rock; piled fact: mound.
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My kin folks beaks, all sing out, see a wing up inform words, it's welcoming me, said fact end, to sting; revealing ideals: its point.

Notes spoken, felt deep in mind, touch walls, seed new thoughts, sow fresh points hit view, blow, upgrading; sinks: below sprouts.
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Annotation, laid system it is to rule, likened of a voice, pre-preparation as law; it's by nation: in halls of justice.

Factors handwritten in ink, cut health law, value final, votes to stink, wink of eyes, fact; it's yes: say name bill.
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Faith, entering this blind journey again, walking alone in the dark, its uncertainty to gain chill, hurting to an ordeal laid fears, giving thoughts to hit my brain, it's to stain pits.

My home set this desire on foot to walk by tips, pace wild woods, not even a flashlight took sips in rips, placing dips of not just it in these trees but with leaves.
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I'm, on white cloud tops, above flying, twirling lip, took a flip, its tip, escape burning sun dip; therein all foam: in endless mist.

This arrow likens, sent as a dart, it's out of a cloud's part, soar a dot, depart, freed in open sky, vision see; start of food: adults.
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Men arrogant reins, say ruling pure law a select teeter, brain, harsh evil; woe to the world: pain to stain their robes red.

God, set counter, stops, balance the terrors put, attack losses, totters of twisters; manors it told horrors; gust to smash.
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Arms that points directs to its say daily it informs, timing each day actions sway it's did movements, foretells working events not to speak laid factors.

Cop steers hard course to construct its pathway, turning a hand in waves like dry sand grains ticks, arrival at job it's to band the areas given pastures.
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Statement it is by Orator a fear of harm to ponder to, coming of a bad this to threat role the picking of words to say I wonder, not blunder my fact say.

Dangers the harm to be stated to all it by alerting, secured care over world fighting I back this issue, spoken a dare said loud say it bare God read Text.
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Our day starts rising of the dawn, preparation we do for, having a notion to clock into at a job, planned hours working for a ration, at a workstation, hard at efforts: a service to our nations.

Many people join In small groups, being a slave under a brat's owner, peers by a cat's eye at a rat's tail, not like us: trim figures' bodies, striking sun's heat bone to dry their bat's skin.
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This shy child, words to self, shivering in full dark a hark question, pondering at soul, his uncertainty, bared in his doubts being, serious aloud say: his bark not speechless.

This tiny kid sits set therein, inside he is there, invisible, he's beneath this huge lid, performed by a mid adult its factor same isn't exact; grown acts chances either: not fated an act casts a bid.
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