May 2015
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While I slumbered
in the night
and dreamt my Muse
had taken flight
an opalescent moon
had touched my brow
to kiss my cheeks
of fears, for now
above bold mountains
kind stars arrayed
your wonderful gift
of verse displayed
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While I slumbered
in the night
and dreamt my Muse
had taken flight
an opalescent moon
had touched my brow
to kiss my cheeks
of fears, for now
above bold mountains
kind stars arrayed
your wonderful gift
of verse displayed
_ _ __ ✒
●○
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