Poetry

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Nightfall comes so quickly
Brother Sun seeps out
While Sister Moon grins cheekily

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Each day we awaken to a full day. We never know how this day will pan out. Well, at least, not entirely. So you set off. I begin mine with the routines.

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There is nothing like a choked up pipe
When you cannot get a thing through
All clogged
Everything sewered
Seems time grew

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A twisted soul
And a wounded mind
Cannot do justice to valour and wine

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Discretion is the better part of valour foretelling
That forging the brazen impudence of fickle skirmishes