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Indite
Indite- compose and to write
I oped my eye's
lights brighter than bright
blinding my oped eyes
inside butterflies are swarming,
Quietly I re verse six
thought of poetical Sonnets
as lovely as they came to be
for they became as loved
beautifully attempted for,
Its bed time o sweet butterflies
for now I oped my eye's
again once and lastly
cleared my throat as ,
I'm now ready to indite and the night will be mine
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April Ladawn Belin
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