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Free Spirit Dead

Free  spirit shone like sapphire,
  pure,clean and fragrant,
   other spirits played,
    along competing,
      mudslinging,
          merrily,
Dirt hung over all spirits,
  after the play ended,
    they looked now,
     here and there,
        and saw,
         that all,
       were dead.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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