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Day: September 7, 2021


Once upon a midnight dreary,
A line I’ve lifted ‘cause I’m weary,
Stood the wigwam of Nokomis
Once again, I do not own this,
I digress, for there’s no reason
That this verse can’t be as pleasin’
Without words of lifted basis,
The dictionary’s an oasis,
Filled with novel words and phrases
From the bounty there within
This verse for you I now begin:

Sunny skies await the masses,
Boys aplenty and their lasses,
Just beyond the cusp of logic
Lost within the demagogic
All that rhymes and all that reasons,
Quantified by passing seasons,
Ambiguously hides the pleasures,
Gold of fools and pirate treasures,
Furthered from the hands that reach for
All the lost and souls they preach for,
The cumulous soon part revealing
All the years that time’s been stealing.
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