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A poem's dream catcher lattice
Grabs words like flies in a spider's web
And though the juncture lacks status
There is some flow before it's ebb.
But thoughts are tough to snare so well
On such spaced out gossamer nets,
Enchanting, like a witches spell,
In a contest of arcane frets
As when musicians jam all night
In some improvisational mosh
Trying like hell for some delight
In a lyric or two that's posh
And whether or not it nabs a quid
It is how order charms the id.
Written by MidnightSonneteer
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From September 20th, 2019
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