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At The Fair

A riot of illusions a festival on hold The jester caught laughing at what’s yet been told Saint George his new dragon a pet on a leash The parade stops and watches as minstrels beseech Cheery O’ Cherry O’ the knave said to the Queen As he stole back the memory of all that’s unseen While the clock in the tower struck one final time And the square clouded over with darkness — unrhymed (Dreamsleep: September,2024)

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