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where bones are picked cleaned by talons crook's of raven-wives                                      like steely ice-picks dripping of the Valkyries                                                              verb-thieves of morpheme drain the meaning                                                                    through sunken wind-eyes of cloudy skulls in the sky                                                         the bearer of speech-figures  forums of a Norman's-ransack                                       shutting one's eye bare-shirts run away                                                                            to rid hawk's ground of Kenna's-abode
yore's measure-tree nigher are's not having                                                               scrapes-inn but all are vital framers-anvil lost tropes of the metaphor                                 this saga was shy not a peep from windows of the folk                                                       so now  I must not cut but again write not to RE:WRITE                                                     so some can better see learning knew ways breaking yokes                                          free verse at first but now a inquisitive rhyme                                                             Word meanings fly away through  windows of time                                                      snatched by Harpy's torn from memory                                                                   buried in the field of a long ago rhyme                                                                            but digging deep you find teasures stolen by Valkyries                                                      like a grotesque pic surely strown by death's scythe                                                      arm loads of gold stored ready weapons for another warrior                                       which in another time may be erased but not today hold the sword's wife                         writing again holding high and protecting the courier of the quarrier                                by word of scop not to stop but increase your scope
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