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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: Reflection on the Important Things