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Cesurae Poems - Poems about Cesurae


Rugby Grass Roots
...The grandstand is gelid by a sharp wintry breeze Carried off from the field are the last of dead leaves The shrill of the whistle, muffled calls from the crowd From the tunnel stampede, metal stud......

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Categories: cesurae, friendship, games, sports, spring,
Form: Alexandrine

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry