Weekenders Poems - Poems about Weekenders

...I was quite the cunning magician, famed for my illusions and sleight of hand, Like cool tricks that jade green nature plays, that often we don't understand. Days were filled with wonder and encha......

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...Unpacked by dawn, the newborn day lies still, it takes it's first breath, breeze disturbs the haze, faint sunlight cuts a path from up the hill, soaks out the nightly shades of blues and greys. D......

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