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The Little Wren: a waltz wave poem
I was born in January and according to the Celts, the little wren is my spirit animal.
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The Silvered Realm: a quadrille
The mirror is a dark mysterious place That draws you in, to consume your face
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Wedding: an elfchen poem
WEDDING: an elfchen poem
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On a Back Street, dusky: a prosery
On this day without a date, On a back street, dusky
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The Dandelion: a poem about an important little flower
We all rely on The dandelion
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Vita Mappa in Vultu Scalptur: a quadrille poem
“The map of Life is engraved on the face”
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Stranger on a Train: a poem of assonance, consonance and dissonance
Stranger on a Train: a poem of assonance, consonance and dissonance
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An Old Spanish Love Song: a memento poem
The soft strains of music fill my head and remind me of a love I knew once dead…
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The Orange Fox: a limerick
There once was an orange fox so sly Who barked like a dog to the sky, On the rooftop he stood, Where the chimneys were good, And confused all the neighbours nearby
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A Daisy stays Closed up in the Rain: a symetrelle
You think I should open my petals? you’re crazy! I am not in the mood; anyway, I’m lazy It ain’t the day to open up, poor daisy The weather’s bad. There’s no sun! And it’s hazy
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