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"Sonnet and Limerick"
The window appeared cracked last night Smiling a crooked grin, hiding in the shade Visible only as the moon hit it’s frame Shimmering like an ocean in the light The street lamp looked crooked this evening Bent out of shape, reaching for something It’s slender neck stretching for nothing Metal embraced wood, a mixture of meaning The dance. The walts. The winding ways The dead end road continues for miles Until the path is beaten to the brink The garden was ravaged today The park was absent of smiles Today the well was not well enough to drink She was picture perfect in her frame Sequin stem and petal, a rose by any name But she came with thorns Her eyes forlorn Though our stories were plotted the same |
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