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Dyked Poems - Poems about Dyked


Premium Member Old Typewriter
...Grey shades of old in archaic form, Rows of letters waiting to strike; Echoes once told in quirky norms, Yore did matter in thoughts once dyked. Type a few lines as fingers tap, You adjust punch......

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Categories: dyked, change,
Form: Sonnet

Book: Reflection on the Important Things