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But To Dream

of gods and man
made simple plans
Frau and fro
to boast der roost
a prick per prod
succumb
an unclothed rod
reeled/real
perchance
to bid in dew
adieu
soft winds had flew

soon hardened
top tiered, teased and tired
steered, roped, fired

am'bush'ed

taken
within the gentle breeze
not knowing
it's ease

four o'clock
heat has held her hand
distance disolved

wine sits open
chilled . . .
Written by JusTim_
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