Poetry Back From Breaks
All in a day, muse on my bed ,eve of xmas
I feared.. not to welcome death of an ace,
made an extract, from no stag, such it tastes
Of a year 'm most inspired by 20s from 16s
Of this funfilled ink, that bears no feathers
'Array', they shan't fly away from books
Made not by my fingers.
My age hidden in this century,On a eve of Christmas
Overwhelmed with frost, but muse not lifeless
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