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There is a window into Winter where through we fell
Eye tripped bye yore Alice ruby slipper mezzanine plumes
Press pause, suppose because before the after ever resumes
Do tell. . .



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-10-06 at 23:32

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John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
A very intriguing and articulate piece of literature.

Regards,
John.
2014-10-07