scribbles

a rhymed, mirrored octet  

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brand  
new year  
g i f t e d   m e  
with its  f o r t u n e s  
i n k s  for new  v e r s e s  
hungry  l i s t e n e r s  waiting  
for my  l a t e s t  m e t a p h o r s  
let me scribble on  l o v e ’ s  skyline  
ere time fills my space with wry wine  
let  no  word  that  peace  abhors  
l e a v e   y o u   contemplating  
w h e t h e r  new  curses  
can  i m p o r t u n e  
l i b e r t y  
or fear  
stand  
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by Clyve A. Bowen♫