Duir: a Collaboration With Space Cadet:
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To our dear mate Darren White.
The closest bottle is always true.
Wordsmiths say poets are a peculiar breed,
To them, I say poetry is not your mead.
Duir, night is not blue.
We reach to the seas and across skies,
While talking to a bartender in the tides.
Duir, you give us the option to pursue,
And words to reach more than one heart.
We're grateful from the very start.
Lilac wine awaits you.
As a marble table holds The Tao you've read.
Recover soft in your crimson covers.
We'll be here with your song sung for others.
Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2017
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