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Ode to Jericho
Jericho my home, my
burden, my soul
terraced palms
blossoms in steepy
valleys
as spring dawns
seasond grapes and
youthful maize
meandering rivers,
bemusing green lives
pride and Scent, Lillies
nd roses, ruled lawns
Innocent fishes, bids
the gentle Stream
To retreat in haste,
when slumber awakes
racing waterfalls pelts
fertile forest
the moon watches as
speedy games are
slained
pleasant is thy day,
beauty is thy night
. . . . . . . . . . .
Jericho of stern Soils
nd wailing walls
legendary sands
defeating stoic battles
prophets and warriors
gloathes in history's
cloak Cyprus was
Great before Alexander
both wer but little
before Jericho
Isreal heights graced
nd grazed Nature's
beacons
Persian king reignd
shores of Lunar deities
where empires arose
and dynasties fell
If Only Epochs of time
could be stiched
veils of glories and
mysteries shall be Torn
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