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Mobed Poems - Poems about Mobed


A Windy Edge
...It runs low off the moors, when it gets to this blustering brink, it shoves and ropes, it punches eyes. When it sweeps this ledge it bites like a viper, it's voice forged in whirlpools of chao......

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Categories: mobed, poetry,
Form: Blank verse

Book: Reflection on the Important Things