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The gathering

1/30
01/04/21
0845 GMT

Is this the Motley Crew
the corral to pastures new.
Whatever the collective term
a drove, a herd.
Where is the phrase
brave summoning to a higher plane.
A collective noun for this display
Locked in the moon, its wax and wane
to broadcast beams and find the time
 Capture wonders, pros and rhyme
The pencil shaving millers full,
deep cranial thought, a patchwork skill.
The keyboard gummed with coffee spills

We will not hear a starting gun
try to jump, on the moving bus,
inspiration. the destination with no terminus.
But think, on thirty days to come
when we can groan and say its DONE.
Written by slipalong
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Author's Note
Well everyone best of luck Regards Slip -NaPOWriMO
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