irishpoetry
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A flowing river Carries away earth in stride. The ground whittled down. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Crescent chortle slant Hanging on crooked half-moon Smile. Dark intentions. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Golden limes in spring, To behold is such a thing. Chomp through zesty zing. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Flimsy garden fence With quivering shake it stood, Holding back the wind. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Antanaclasis: Buffalo buffalo buf- falo buffalo. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Hold up a second, Time kept slipping to future, Its tracks lost in age. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Come journey with me Among the stars, we could be Pretend affluent. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Cons and charlatans Are my only company. Used for their own gain. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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This mind turns over All the possibilities, Working hard in vain. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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A few words at first, One thing leads to another, In the end a book. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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