Sater Poems - Poems about Sater

... whirl … where waters mingle - the inky black that pulls down swallows … enfolds … the ballet breaks - sun’s golden coins a-dancing, birthing pixies to the brine to draw the gaze with dazzl......

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...Stupidity- what do you say? You've always led the way You've talked me into doing wrong Whatever life you stay You'll only want to hold me And never need me now You'll always seem to be my ty......

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...Sometimes it's too Early to Prite Woetry, I say to myself, "Oh, Moe is We". When I Bo Lack Gate with Sater Light, Editing the Hords of my Wearlier rite. I try to make them Gine and Frand, Es......

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