Mood
Here at last
A strange cast
Sweet and sour
A fond hour
Salt and gall
A trick call
Mind each mood
To look good
Smiles and tears
Odd old fears
Come now dear:
Is that fear?
Grab your fate
At that gate
Mood you break
Ups your stake
Be not late
In your state
Leon Enriquez
08 June 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
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