little speck of green
perpendicular to my desk
swelling creaking sighing
I scoop you into my hands
prickly, your feet
into the world little speck
lost in the vernal land
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the art of rhythmical composition, written or spoken, for exciting pleasure by beautiful, imaginative, or elevated thoughts.
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- Searching for my muse between pints of Guinness and down rain drenched alleyways.
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