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What

What is when, I do not know  
Not mine to know but to care    
The odyssey,eternity to run    
where to, know what, or when,    
laurels for  victors' craven souls    
fading leaves  shriveled blooms    
decorations; futile decorations    
round the door prevent.    
Roots prise  stones,key-stones lose    
what is when, perhaps   ...   ...   ...    
   
Victors' laurels  shed the rain    
revive  fading leaves    
which decorate the door    
dying blooms no longer    
prevent, roots to hold      
the key-stone as ivy    
binds  dry-stone walls.
Written by Kexby (john rickell)
Published | Edited 10th Feb 2019
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