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Poet Awakens
Forward, grasping for my steady step.
Now speaking the tongue of poetic mimes..
Awaken now, so long I have slept.
Sunny phrases with shady relief.
Tugging upon honeysuckle vines.
Hoping verse may flow beyond belief.
Let phrase roll into a craft all alone.
Poignant juxtiposition now shines.
Ponderous balloons can float a heavy stone..
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