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For the soupers
Productions, no raw material,
visions infinate, born ethereal.
Imaginations memory,
cojouring thoughts where they dwell.
Images taken, the empty minds void,
depthless well,we poets the weavers,
of timeless spells.
Tommorows muse not present or past,
imortality, ink made fast,
when future poets study whats passed.
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