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Pixie

under a henge hides he and she near an ecurie for equine frivolity to neatly plait a golden mane then ride and play in pixie’s name at night near mid of star and moon to slake the pangs of puckish tune and well they may have built the henge in ancient time and dwelled there since

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Tom Woody

Date: 8/15/2024 6:11:00 AM

Awesome rhymes and cadence and your usual quirky theme (that's a compliment). Also nice to see you supporting other poets of late Clive. Life is all about give and take

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 8/15/2024 6:56:00 AM

Thanks Tom

Ink Empress

Date: 8/15/2024 3:08:00 AM

Dear Clive, I love pixies, and how youv written this story in such a descriptive manner in few words is truly impressive! Such a mystical write with captivating imagery. Ancient times and what theyve built in silence and in their realm, youv delivered that in such a timeless manner! Pleasure reading this! Sending you light.

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 8/15/2024 3:55:00 AM

Thanks for your kind words IE